I’ve been a ski pro for almost 47 years. In ‘72, when I was young and dumb I set off a slide at the top of “High Rustler” that went all the way into the Gold Miners Daughter. I was lucky that the slab left above me didn’t let go or I wouldn’t be writing this.
As much in life, you can only know the thrill of riding like that on a cloud of snow if you’ve done it. Sometimes shit happens. They had their beacons on. That’s the best they could have done. It’s terrible. But they died doing what they loved. That is more than most people get.
Yikes. Snow was never my thing, but it fits every motivated driver, surfer, & MXer I’ve ever known to a T.