I have a vivid and fond memory of a middle school ski club trip to Cranmore mountain.
The snow was horrible. Few of my friends went. None of said friends stuck with me, though that was partially my choice. They were off in places I didn’t want to go.
I found a trail I liked, so time after time I rode the lift with strangers. Carving down alone just to do it all again.
I look back on that trip with great longing.Going against the grain is never easy, but it’s often worth it to stay true to yourself. It can be a lonely trip, but sometimes those make the fondest memories.