For fresh powder, there isn’t anything you wouldn’t drop. It’s those foggy nights with big snowflakes that keep you awake, because you know tomorrow it’s your turn. Whether you hike, ride or fly to the top, you stand there with your fat skis looking down lines full of spines, pillows, chutes and powder. For some it’s the thrill of the hunt, for you it’s the adrenaline of the descent. Carving open faces, slashing turns on wind lips, sending cliffs with confidence. Back in the valley it’s not easy to hide your stoke!
