Thirteen is a Lucky Number - For Snow Lovers
For the opening weekend, my husband and I went to Liberty Mountain, about an hour and a half drive from the Washington metro area. I am close to many of the people there and value the historical background of the area — close to the battlefields of Gettysburg. Many people fought, suffered, and died in that region which is now so peaceful and beautiful. When I ski at Liberty, I believe I am sharing the mountains with the ghosts of Gettysburg. I can almost hear Lincoln’s Address, 150 years ago.
Liberty Mountain is now a place for fun, exercise, and rehabilitation, as well as reflection. The opening weekend was perfect, with machine made snow in excellent condition. 11 trails and 4 lifts were open, with snow from 18 to 24 inches. This visit was also an important personal one for me — I conquered some personal demons. I have been skiing for 50 years, but 3 years ago I was diagnosed with Parkinson disease and broke my hip skiing. The dizziness makes me afraid of the fall line, and I cannot really control my body when I try to turn right.
I could not put on boots without the help of my husband Charles. Everything is an effort and takes place in slow motion, like being trapped in molasses. But, despite this, I was able to ski! I was slow and looked like a beginner, but will not have to give up my beloved sport. In fact, the exercise and fresh air made me feel better.
I write about this because many of my snow-loving friends are facing their own set of problems, but we are not ready to give up yet. Senior and disabled people get even greater joy from conquering the mountains. I have long written about Wounded Warriors and adaptive skiers of all ages. Now I will also keep an eye on Seniors as well. I just hope the younger hot shots will be gentle on us when they see us dottering down the slopes. Please give us plenty of space!

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