we are awaiting the snow every year like never before. Waiting for them beautiful white flakes of greatness to touch down on us and later carry us smoothly across some of the biggest mountain tops and through the trees. O man it just doesn’t get any better, truly living playing one on one with nature, living as never before, becoming one with the earth, only the true snow people know about this great relationship between us and nature, the snow the trees the everything it has to offer .it affects the soul in ways not most people can experience or appreciate, its truly an extraordinary moment each time you touch down and know exactly where you’re going and how you’re getting there. It’s as if getting there is just as great as the amazing ride down. What joy, in life can be this rewarding this good, and also drive your body to the depths of despair and destruction, using every muscle all as one unit striving further and further to unknown territories, literally where no man has been before. One small step for mankind one narly ass ride for man. The whole ride just plotting and scoping out lines, picking every obstacle, natural formation. But also knowing at the same time that at any moment death lurks and does he ever, your never alone in the mountains, death is always there watching, tempting, taunting us. Its only after many years of experience can you read the mountains and see for yourself what are the possibilities and risks. Avalanches can and will occur anywhere there is big enough slope so that being said every mountain has them. They are waiting to go at any moment; every step you take into the mountains/backcountry is another step closer to death. Even with vast knowledge shit happens. So every time you go out you are putting your life in danger for recreation but its more than that and the snow people know that inside, you may think were crazy but it’s our life. I don’t know what a loving mother would say to her son who works as a policeman in risk and danger every time he walks the beat, and what she would say to a backcountry skier who doesn’t make a living putting themselves that close to death but merely chooses to for a hobby. But in the end we can all choose are jobs and we certainly can choose our hobbies. When it comes to the love of the backcountry the snow the mountains it is almost not a choice to us it is bred into our blood for life, we have some control but in the end there is a higher say, it’s not just recreation it’s a lifestyle, an urge that can’t be left behind. Back again to the mother sitting home worried, waiting for her loving son to come home from a day at work as a policeman. How is she affected as opposed to a mother/wife of a skier backcountry enthusiast, who goes out most days, not returning for hours and hours by full choice? We all live for the thrill of something even if it puts us close to the inevitable obstacle of being hurt or dying, “the closer we come to death the more alive you feel”. It’s out there and we accept it every day, and learn everyday…. Life is out there and so is death, when you accept this then you can start living.