At this point I am still shaken by my first encounter with the mountain. My first run of the day was a blue- an intermediate run- that starts at the very top of the mountain, or what seemed like the top. I later found out that it wasn't the top. Coming off the lift I discover there is a small, what I consider small shoot before cliffs on either side. At this point the wind kicks up and I am not doing anything to propel myself forward, yet I am moving thanks to the wind. I was certain I was going flying off that cliff. Thankfully that was not the case. |
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