30 years ago as a young skibum I got into extreme skiing. After a couple of winters in Chamonix France I ended up in La Grave where I did my first couple of serious descents. I will never forget the day I skied the first direct decent from Le Pan de Rideau.

I had to come to terms with death before I startet as any mistake would be fatal. Here is an old picture from that day. If you look close you can se me as a black dot in the red circle down the green line between the ice sections.

Shit like this teleport you into another state of mind forever.