What a Skier Leaves Behind

Walking through old town, under an unrelenting sun, past well-kempt yards and those forsaken to another summer of Colorado drought,something out of season caught my eye. In front of an old home lined with hollyhocks were two pairs of skis, set roadside for the taking. One of the sets was an immaculately cared-for older model, a pair of Tua’s with the name Montes MX printed on them in a vintage typeface. Melting wax, perhaps last applied decades ago, beaded down their narrow, 200cm len