Here I am in Fernie, Canada, the place of legendary powder. I stood at the top of Curry Bowl in snow up to my thighs. There had been over a meter of this stuff fall in the past 48 hours. Below me were sections of untouched fluffy powder. I pointed my board forward, my addiction for all things fast, came flooding back.
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. So I just went straight. The wind whipped passed my face. Snow flew everywhere. I held still and strong over my board. 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 was 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 even hurt!
This is my first time living in the season of the snow. When I came here, three months ago I could barley side slip down the icy face of an intermediate blue run. Thankfully my need for speed kicked in and I’m excited to challenge anywhere on the mountain. Next is for tricks. Jumps, 180s, 360s, back flip, front flip? They can’t be too different to flying trapeze, right?
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