Twenty years snowboarding in Minnesota and I'd never ridden Spirit.
Like most Midwest shredders, I knew about Spirit Mountain — all about it. I'm a snowboard instructor, and Spirit Mountain annually boasts a halfpipe and terrain park considered among the best in the region.
I figured I'd just get there, well, someday.
Then news last December shook every local powderhound down to their ski boots, and spurred a visit: Management at the 175-acre ski area — this municipal jewel created in 1974 by the Minnesota Legislature as a tourist draw for Duluth — announced that a challenging seasonal start and resulting cash crunch could close the nearly 50-year-old slope. (Duluth bailed out the resort to keep it open last year and is lending financial support again this season.)
So there I was last winter, finally. I perched atop the black diamond Gandy Dancer run, overlooking the Great Lake, and squinting so far off into the distance that I could practically see the Earth curve.
I had just one thought on this bluebird day: What took me 20 years to get here?
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Why this sudden change of heart? Let's start with the view. Maybe it sounds obvious — but sometimes the obvious exceeds expectations. From the top of Spirit Mountain, the view is, simply, breathtaking.