I pull into West, with intentions of the west flank of Kendall Peak. After passing the Commonwealth log, I continue pass the cliff band. Shortly, the track stops. I've never put in the up track to the Kendall bowl, and it hits me; I'm in charge. I will lay the track to the top and all will follow. I proceed with exuberance, and then realize; how will this track be judged? I have followed up tracks that are nothing short of poetry, and I've followed them to destinations that I've never wanted to go.. Having and hour to kill, with no-one to speak with but my dog Summit, my mind wanders, as does the up-track. Will it be viewed as a work of Van Gough, or Monet? Or, will it be viewed as my 4th grade art project, where we were instructed to draw a barn yard animal and upon completion, the teacher asks "is this some kind of joke?" Half way up I ask Summit; "what do you think?" I get look of disdain at my slow pace. Oh to have four wheel/paw drive.. Through my semi-hypoxic state, the bowl come into view. A quick transition and a few laps later, I descend through the trees. The hoards are coming up. One asks; "did you put in this track?" I sheepishly nod. He says "it's steep". Is that good o bad? I ski on, and then I ask myself; is it permissable to ski across the skin track if you put it in? Self esteem issues? And lower still, after passing a group of cigaret smoking snowshoers I ask my self; "will they trample 'MY' track? I guess some questions should just not be asked.
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