|The Spice of Life|
|Written by Sherry|
|Friday, 05 March 2010 12:00|
Yesterday, I was standing in the sun on the edge of a green, 1,000 foot high hill overlooking the Pacific ocean and Catalina Island. Birds of Paradise. Wild Peacocks.
Today, I'm heading up to the spine of North America where it is the height of the snowpack and time for ski-joring. 12 foot walls of snow. 14,000 foot mountain peaks.
This is the ski-joring competition held last weekend in Leadville, Colorado, highest incorporated town in North America at 10,200 feet elevation.
Whimpy easterners do it with dogs. Westerners do with horses. Los Angeleans don't do it at all.
If you find yourself asking "why", you obviously lack the oxygen starved brain and quixotic spirit necessarily to make it through a winter at 10,000 feet.