In 1997, I solo windsurfed from LA to Maui{www.toursmaui.com} and for a few days, half of the time I had no horizon, only 25 foot ocean waves. One set of 20 foot waves was coming from the north and the other set of 20 foot waves were coming from the southest. When they came together, they went straight up 25 feet. At this high point my horizon was vast, at least 10-12 miles. When they seperated, I went down 25 feet and my horizon was only water. Dark dark blue, open ocean water, maybe 15,000 feet deep. A few seconds later, it was back up 25 feet, to the zenith of these combining waves, miles and miles of horizon to view. Then back down to the nadir of the seperated waves, the horizon just that almost blue black. I never had that again and I could sail a thousand mikes and never see it again. How about seeing a thousand ski peaks from one spot?
One resort on MauiSkiBus.com list has been on my list to ski for over 15 years. It now has the honor to be #75, three quarters of the way to the goal of 100. Not there yet, not even close, as it is one turn at a time, one slope at a time, and one resort at a time. Pitter patter was heard often on the drive to this resort, as deer and elk were a constant sight. A seemingly untouched area was confirmed with the nearby heli-ski operation, rotors creating thud thud sounds echoing off of the 1300 meter vertical. Common tracks were that of the local moose, not of locals, eroding powder lines that were there for the taking, down steep ridges, through open glades, and for those that dared, tight trees turns.
Welcome was what a welcome should be, the RamaBama Chris, a step in for the sorely missed sip of Brandi, and MauiSkiBus.com was on its way up, up, up and away, to a summit peak with a BBQ smell. Time not for the roast, a decision had to be made, venture to the Trigger near the Gunbarrel, have a sip of Mocha while watching Orca’s, follow bunnies down Tight Spots, or do the Thousand Peaks, a view to count many. Pan around, and the o of the ram, a wrong turn will lead you to the same, a line of your own. This is just the start of the choices Panorama will deliver to awaiting thigh lactic acid build-up, a searing lung burn, and a rapid heart rate. Smile. Await no longer. The line that you take down will be longer than the line that you take up to do it again. Just bypass, as hard as it smells so good, as hard as you know it will taste, to bypass that Summit BBQ. This aroma challenge is hard to get by, but once you slide down into the Tayton Bowl of your own snow soup, you’ll get to return to that BBQ smell at the top.
MauiSkiBus.com visited Panorama during the International Para-Olympic World Championships, athletes that do not know how to spell the word can’t. Speed is their thing and the multitude of differnt languages being spoken here, gave MauiSkiBus.com a feel of beilg in Europe. Hmmm, MauiSkiBusTwo.com, 100 reosrts in Europe?
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