Blog #1

The most calming point: the peak of the mountain. I look down at the freshly fallen white snow and find peace. I know that the ride ahead of me will be the time of my life. My heart starts to race from the excitement that is to come, yet, I hesitate to take my plunge down the slope. I wait and admire everything around me because nothing is as beautiful as this moment. I wait eight months every year for this; the moment when I can dust off my board and get back to doing the thing I love most in this world. This is the most beautiful place on earth.