My older brother, now pushing 70, was (and I think still is) an extreme skier, competitively so in his youth. That means I grew up surrounded by the various indicia of the skiing life: equipment, magazines, posters etc. All that, stacked into my childhood home, had that ubiquitous vibe of alpine rock and snow and pine. That was, and still is, intoxicating to me. So, at 10 or 15 or whatever, I was like: “I want that…” My problem was, I suppose: lethargy, procrastination, enervation, and other distractions. At 15 or 20 or 30 or 40 I would always tell myself “yeah! Let's go, I still want it, but, um, later.”