There is always some apprehension as I strap into the bindings for the first time in the morning. Over the past week, I have seen two stretchers coming down the mountain with injured skiers and a helicopter rescue of a fallen snowboarder. The dangers are real and I question the wisdom of what I’m about to do, but this all disappears in the cloud of powdery snow that is thrown up by the first turn down the steep start of Henri, a blue run from the top of Tovière. I remember that I’ve got this, relax into a rhythm, and take a moment to drink in the views.
A Perfect Day Snowboarding in Tignes, France
