Sounds of Silence

My family and I have been skiing up in Vermont this week. Totally lucked out with weather – temps have creeped up from the single digits that they were a mere week ago (Thank God!), and it has snowed pretty steadily since we have been here, giving us the opportunity to enjoy what we New Englanders call “Powdah” days. (At least “real” New Englanders. People in my area of Southwestern Connecticut, which my Bostonian parents do not consider “real” New England but rather, an outpost of New Yawk, lack that quaint accent.)

Every time I visit Vermont, I am reminded of how much I LOVE it here. So rejuvenating. So pretty. So relaxing. So clean. Only two states away from where I live, and yet a different world entirely.

I have skied out in Western US, and it is amazing. The massive mountains,the deep powder, the wide bowls – in a word, the ski areas out west are Awesome. Skiing in Vermont and elsewhere in New England is quite different (and not just the bitter temps, gray skies and regular presence of “frozen granular” conditions on the trails, which is the term that some marketing gurus thought up for sheets of ice). For the most part, you are below the tree line in New England, and the trails are carved out of wooded areas, so you are surrounded by trees as you ski down the slopes. Where the West has a powerful awesomeness, Vermont has a gentle prettiness. The snow-frosted evergreens that line the trails look like images on a Christmas Card and lend a sense of peace and solitude to your runs, especially on an uncrowded trail.

My husband and I found ourselves on one such uncrowded trail this morning while our kids were in ski school. It has been at least 12 years since my husband and I have gotten to ski by ourselves – just the two of us- and the fact that we have been able to do that this week has made the vacation just that more special (and truly, it has been a pretty kick-ass vacation in all respects.) So, my husband and I found this pretty little narrow, winding trail from the top of the mountain this morning. From almost the very top until nearly the bottom, we were the only two people on the trail. It was so peaceful. Midway down, I stopped by the side of the trail and waited for my husband, who had stopped uptrail to adjust his boot.

While waiting, I noticed something.  It was completely silent.  Not just quiet, but silent.  No noise.  Nada, nothing, nil. The recent snowfall had left the trail powdery and soft, and the trees looked like they were covered in icing. No breeze, no people, no animals to create noise. Either there were no other trails nearby, or there were no people on them, because I could not hear a single sound.  Nothing.  It was probably the most peaceful few moments I have had in years; maybe ever.  I didn’t realize until that moment how noise enters my brain almost every single moment of every single day.  When I’m home alone, there is always still something – passing cars, leaf blowers, dogs barking – that creates noise. Even heating systems, air conditioning and appliances generate a subtle hum. I seriously cannot remember the last time I heard nothing.

It was magical.  It was fleeting, which made it that much more special.  I think I actually felt my body relax and blood pressure drop. It occurred to me that this is the feeling that people describe achieving through meditation.  And though I have never been successful at ohhhming, meditating or any other zen-inspired activities, if this is what you get,  I’m giving it another try.

Advertisements

5 thoughts on “Sounds of Silence

  1. Nothing beats the sound of silence. I lived in a mountain town years ago and my fondest memories were those days where I ended up on a trail by myself and the only thing you could hear was your own movement. Great share.

    • How wonderful that you got to enjoy this on some kind of regular basis. Now added to my to-do list for the year is to find a good trail and go for some runs without my headphones to see if I can eke out some more silent moments in 2013!

  2. It sounds so wonderful and I’m totally jealous. I’ve never skied in Vermont, only in the Rockies and overseas, but I know that amazing feeling of skiing on a solitary track and the sound of the deep silence. It’s absolutely rejuvenating.

    • I bet you get great opportunities for silent runs out west, given all the powder. I remember skiing in Alta back in the 90’s when snowboards were not allowed (perhaps they still are not?), we got ridiculous amounts of snow and it was so quiet. Aaaaaaah. I didn’t realize how much noise fills my days until I had a brief reprieve from it.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s