more than two decades of ski writing, ski teaching, and ski publishing by Lito Tejada-Flores

Ski Writing




The corridors of our labyrinth are all


downward spirals, white on white.


We inscribe the same patterns in light


powder or hard blue ice. Under tall


pines we glide, weightless & dumb, small


almost imaginary beings. No rest at night,


we dream this same white dream. Who can fight


the snow? who choses where to fall?


To repeat oneself forever, up & down,


is purgatory, but to love it, to accept


this white puzzle of snow & tilted space...


In such a maze who can accept or reject?


It’s all the same: mountain, plain, country, town.


We would be no freer in any other place.