Freefalling

Front Range Colorado USA

Weightless; I fall through the forest in a series of slashes and ducks. Branches swept aside, with my lead arm, as I speed through the smallest of gaps.

My vision vanishes with every healside turn, as desert dry powder explodes skyward, before I break through into the Colorado sunshine, time and time again.

Wide open alpine faces taken at speed are a real joy, but for me, nothing matches free-falling though a well spaced forest on my board. It’s as close to the wilds of nature as I can get, I feel like a wolf. It’s as if my acceleration has no end and only the trees closing out can stop me.

That’s until gravity comes back into play, and with skins on I sweat back uphill to earn those turns and that feeling of freedom.