So. Good.

Six weeks off the mountain and first run of the day I find myself up to my guts in the most snow I've ever been immersed in ..... Ahhhh, I seeeee, that's why there weren't any tracks here ... But as the clouds parted + the strong spring sun began beating down, we were enthralled to find ourselves with a whole day of riding; no guests, no time restraints, no worries. Everytime we plonked ourselves aboard the rusty shitty Chamonix chair lifts however, I had to keep catching up with my head + ignore the racing adrenalin slurping heart beat in my tummy that was urging me to extend to the extreme fields of rolling powder hills..... Instead, I played Les Sensibles, and stuck to the easy stuff, but still, what a thrill, what a gust, what a thrust in the right direction of lapping up mountain life the way it should be done.