Despite the idiotic opening panel, I enjoyed one aspect of this one. I’m recalling vividly standing on my skis on the top edge of one of Alpine Meadows’ Pacific Crest Bowls, in Squaw Valley. I’m a decent skier, but being up there stopped me cold. The drop looked to me pretty much as pictured here, only about 50 times as deep. I must have spent 15 minutes pacing (shuffling, I guess, on skis) back and forth on that ridge, looking for an angle that might be manageable. Never found one. Finally just took a deep breath and went for it. I did some spectacular tumbling.
July 31, 2013