There I was, in Fernie, Canada, the place of legendary powder. I stood at the top of Curry Bowl in snow up to my hips. There had been over a meter of this stuff fall in the past 48 hours. Below, were sections of untouched fluffy powder. I pointed my board forward, my addiction for all things fast, came flooding back.
Never in my wildest dreams had I thought I would live in the mountains. I'd suffocate if I moved away from the ocean. I remember having this thought many times. But now I know, just like the ocean, the mountains too have a special vibe.
I first experienced this vibe one night in Italy on tour with the Australian Bobsleigh team. We drove into Sestriere and the Olympic village on a dark night, we couldn't see a thing, but you could sense the mountains. They towered above us, beside us and all around us like a giant hug from the great mother herself. Their presence fed us energy, like I'd never experienced before.
Back in Fernie I felt invisible. But maybe that’s what powder does to you? The air was freezing but the sun warmed everything. I sat on my back leg to lift the front of my board. I wanted to go fast and I did. The wind whipped passed my face. Snow flew everywhere. I held still and strong. All I could see was untouched white fluffy snow. All I could hear was screams of excitement. All I could feel was a rush of pure adrenaline. I flew down. My board carried me at a speed I never thought I could ride at! I laughed so hard from the inside out as I just kept getting faster. Bouncing over other people’s tracks. More fresh snow, more speed, more adrenaline.
The feeling wouldn’t last forever. Yet I was doing my best to make it. In a split second I lost control. I lost my edge and flung forward. I turned to a rag doll and cart wheeled three times down the mountain. Upside down, inside out and the wrong way round. I came to a halt in an instant, deep in the soft powder. Laughing as hard as I could because nothing hurt!
This was my first time living in the season of the snow. When I moved there, just over five and half years ago I could barley side slip down the icy face of an intermediate blue run. I started to challenge anywhere on the mountain. Next were tricks and before too long I was riding double black diamonds. Motivated purely to complete every run on the hill.
Three beautiful years in the land of powder and then I returned to the ocean. I thought I'd fulfilled my lust for snow. But a few months ago I got a nudge from that voice we can sometimes ignore. And hear I find myself again riding in a winter wonderland!
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