''...slowly it became possible to make out the distinct swoosh of indiviual turns against the howling rush of wind. I heard the spray of a powder slash followed by a moment of airborne silence and then the muffled thump of a hardpack landing. After that there was nothing, just the sound of my own labored breathing and the faint creak of what sounded like a distant snowcat...in that single moment i saw everything i needed to see: a sawtoothed vista of Alpine peaks veiled in white and crowned in vaporours clouds; behind them, a sinking sun set the sky on fire. I saw my own breath crystalizing in the air before me and the first signs of fog creeping into my goggles...''
