As our environment changes, so do we. We must do our best to curb the negative effects but in some cases we must adapt. No example seems more fitting than the one our team experienced this Fall. We were all set to travel to Grand Targhee, however the day before we were to leave, we heard harrowing news. West Yellowstone had canceled their annual Thanksgiving race for the first time in forty years and forty years' worth of nights. Rachel and Christi were forced to pivot, something that has become old hat at this point. So, they switched one Grand for another, Grand Targhee to Grand Mesa. They say the gods laugh when we make plans, but I think Mother Nature is often the culprit, which more accurately is a human occurrence due to our refusal to acknowledge climate change as something we must fix.
Location was not the only change experienced on this trip. The team was split up amongst five different cabins, some of this was because of Covid, some of this was because the cabins were a mere five-minute drive from the ski trails. Either way, it is something the team has had to adapt to. At one point we had to rent three houses because our team had grown by ten skiers, a promising sign of prosperity but a touch melancholic that we could not all be under the same roof. Some real bonds were formed on this particular trip, living in such proximity to each other, in a cabin that you could hear someone sigh upstairs if you were downstairs. It was cozy, in the best way imaginable. With all these bonds formed between the cabin’s inhabitants it feels like there was a bit of a disconnect between members of different cabins. I think this was just a moment in time. At that particular moment there seemed to be inside jokes I was missing, oh well, that’s the game, we had our own as well.
- M.J. Williams