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“Splendid. That can be our first date.�� He flashed me a grin which, even in the dark, managed to sparkle.”
― Amanda Abram, The Importance of Getting Revenge

“...Following the bird you lay into a deep turn in the steepening descent. It [the snow] is super soft, bottomless and amazingly light, yet supportive. It feels like something in between floating on top, and within the top of a deep-pile carpet as you link turn after turn down the open glacier. Each side of you are fellow riders, though not too close, whooping with exhilaration and flying down, down towards the valley below. The pitch gets steeper and the slope widens out, with seemingly endless space to the sides and an untracked oblivion ahead and beneath you. Each turn is delicious softness; you can almost feel every snow crystal reacting with the base of your skis. Those skis feel like extensions of your feet, and you connect with the mountain through a portal link created by the snowpack, as the spray from the turn hangs in the air behind you...”
― Steve Baldwin, Snow Tales and Powder Trails: Adventures on Skis

“On pristine parchment I draw with my skis calligraphic lines of joy, writing poems of movement.”
― Patricia Robin Woodruff

“I stopped snowboarding as I started to recognize symptoms that corresponded with radiation sickness when at high altitude ski resorts.”
― Steven Magee

“I realized during the research of High Altitude Observatory Disease (HAOD) that the outcome would be bad for not only astronomy, but for Space, airlines, frequent fliers, sky divers, mountaineering, ski resorts, high altitude cities, military, insurance, and so on.”
― Steven Magee

“Jet ski’s became the new mode of transportation in the hurricane Ian flooding disaster.”
― Steven Magee

“Nick leaned ever so slightly sideways, head down, looking for all the world as if he was innocently trying to secure his food on the end of his fork and said ‘I think you should be careful what you wish for. What am I supposed to do when you’re looking at me like I’m what you’d like to eat for dinner instead?”
― Cecelia Joyce, Pick Me Up