We hiked across the metal bridge linking the jagged jetting pieced of rock. Took the iron staircase to the ridge. The path across was snowpacked and icy. By ski books had a layer of snow stuck to them. making my footing seem tenuous, shaky at best. If I had to do it all over again I would make sure to scrape my boots before heading across the gauntlet. My shoulders started to tighten, as well as my quads and hips. My breaths shorter, my vision closing in. High up on the ridge, I felt super alive, but super uneasy and I hurried to get to the safer wider zone ahead. Once across, my body calmed, a smile returned to my face, my vison broadened to the expanse all around us. The distant mountain range, the inviting snow on the run we were about to drop into. The double black diamond extreme cornice was welcoming, not nearly as steep as a lot of runs I have skied before. My confidence returned and I dropped in making turns with energy and excitement.
