Good morning, fellow Magicians,
I'm blogging to you this morning from the amazingly beautiful Big Sky Mountain in Big Sky, Montana. Although the locals bemoan the fact that there has been so little snow this year - only about 3-4 feet total when they usually average 150 inches or so - this born and bred Alabama girl is awestruck. The drifts are taller than me. For example, one of the guys in our group stepped off the driveway and sunk to his chest (he's about 6'2" tall.) And to top off the perfect mountain vacation, it's been snowing since about 7:30 this morning with more predicted later today, tonight, and tomorrow. Absolutely gorgeous. Don't let me fail to add bitingly cold. Treacherously windy. To the degree tha I may have to abandon my pitiful attempts to ski in favor of sitting in front of the blazing fire and sipping hot chocolate. Ah, what a sacrifice.
But what has this to do with writing, you ask? Well, not only does my imagination soar when I'm away from the hospital, but this location abounds with plot ideas. I'm absorbing wonderful fodder for countless adventures. Shall I murder a member of our party and bury their body in a snowdrift? How about if I shove some poor unsuspecting soul from the ski lift at its highest peak and claim an accidental fall? Have a serial killer mascarading as a snowshoe trail guide lead a group deep into the mountains only to abandon them to the mercy of the elements? Did I mention that the powers that be have already closed Yellowstone National Park this year because the bears are waking up early? Early and hungry?
And from the romantic comedy angle, even our experienced snow skiers are slipping and falling on hidden patches of ice and crusty snow. One sustained a black eye the very first day. Not that his black eye was funny but he has endured quite a bit of ribbing about the incident. And so on, and so on...
So if your current works in progress involve whiteout conditions, trail guides with ulterior motives or simply sitting in front of real log-popping fires (no gas logs allowed), email me with any questions you might have. The group of people with us have skied for years at a multitude of resorts and are great drifts of information (pun intended). But, please, no skiing instruction or advice. My body can't take anymore. At this point, I'm off to don a pair of showshoes and see how far I get with this winter sport. If I'm absent from the next meeting, send out the ski patrol or the rangers:)