What is Ski Sickness?

What is Ski Sickness? Well, that depends on the source.

Ski Sickness is a case study of a disease that involves an addiction to adventurous skiing. It so happens that this particular outbreak hasn't spread much beyond the state of Washington yet, but the threat of a widespread epidemic is real. The world is only safe from a pandemic because the vector for the virus requires habitat that includes rugged terrain, large vertical relief, and an abundant snowpack.

Current efforts to monitor the malady's migration include an historical timeline since Sky's infection and regional efforts to sort the sorties with a Washington map.

Ski Sickness is...

Really, SkiSickness.com is an hypertext manifestation of Sky Sjue's obsession with steep skiing. I hope that you enjoy it. Please send me any feedback: Questions, comments, and suggestions are all appreciated.

For those of you who browsed staff.washington.edu/skykilo, should you ever remember a particular report that you'd like to see, but it's missing from SkiSickness.com, send me an e-mail. Even if I'm not inclined to repost it, I'd probably be happy to send the edu/skykilo version to you. Your inquiry may be the missing motivation to chip away at the backlog.

Contact Info

Parse skykiloHATgmailSNOTcom into a legit e-mail address and drop a line to Sky.
Hints:
HAT → "@"
SNOT → "."

Site Design

This site is hand-coded via VI (more accurately VIM), the ubiquitous editor. All graphic designs are products of a warped mind, coffee, ski sickness, the GIMP, and xfig. It's all strictly non-proprietary, open-source goodness. And everything here is ©Sky Sjue under the Digital Millenium Copyright Act - you are not allowed to reproduce it without express perimission.

Firing up the stove to melt snow and brew coffee, and hopefully catch a few minutes of sleep, at four in the morning near the base of Mount Rainier's Sunset Ridge

But our depraved age does not deserve to enjoy so great a blessing as did those in which the knights-errant undertook and burdened their shoulders with the defense of kingdoms, the protection of damsels, the relief of children and orphans, the chastisement of the proud, and the rewarding of the humble. Most of our knights nowadays prefer to nestle in the damasks, brocades, and other rich silks they wear than in armored coats of mail. There are now no knights who sleep in the fields, exposed to the rigor of the heavens in full armor from head to foot. There is no one who snatches a nap, as they say, resting on his lance and with his feet on the stirrups as knights-errant did of old. There is no one now to sally forth from this wood and enter that mountain, and from there to go to a wasted and deserted shore of the sea, most often stormy and tempestuous and to find there on the beach a little boat without oars, sail, mast, or tackle, and with undaunted heart to fling himself in and entrust himself to the implacable waves of the deep sea, which at one moment toss him up to the sky, and at another engulf him in the abyss. Then, exposing his chest to the irresistible tempest, he finds himself, when he least expects it, more than nine thousand miles from the place where he embarked; and leaping on to a remote and unknown shore, he undergoes experiences worthy to be inscribed not on parchment, but on brass.

-from Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra's Don Quixote. I'm often overwhelmed by the same sentiment.