There is a meditative state found on the slopes. It is a blissful trance that shakes off all the cobwebs and stress, and allows the frosty world of white to protect you like a shield from life’s pressures.

I was once a more aggressive skier than I am now having learned in my teens at a now defunct ski hill called Highpoint in Huntington, N.Y., on Long Island.

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