My life in the Mountains.
Summer. . . so good, so far.
It has been a mix of traveling around BC, ski coaching on the Blackcomb glacier, trail running,climbing, and getting lost and found in the alpine. As much as I am appreciating the warm weather, farm fresh food, and jumping into lakes, I find my mind starting to dream of dry powder snow.
I am not sure if it was the moment I drove into the Chamonix Valley? My first sight of what goes on above the lifts? The first line I climbed and skied? Or the people I have met?
This place has inspired me to become better, look at things differently, challenge my skills, and trust what I can do.
My first trip to Chamonix was everything I thought it would be and more. It was humbling and challenging at the same. Right away I felt small and disorientated in such a hectic steep place. Once gaining my bearings and catching up to the Chamonix pace, I started to embrace the steepness and the exposure.
It quickly became one of the best ski experiences I have had and a style of skiing that I ski for.
I feel lucky to have shared my experience with the people I did, so many great characters and inspiring stories live in this valley. It was hard to say goodbye to a valley filled with a lifetime of skiing. It has changed the way I look at the mountains and challenged me to come back next season even stronger. The only way I could leave was knowing I would be back.
Thanks to everyone who shared this with me. I am truly grateful for new friendships and many great turns. I know it is just the beginning of Chamonix skiing for me, I will see you next season!
Thanks for the support