“I look around at the competition. They are no longer friends, but adversaries in the race for fresh snow. There is plenty for everyone, but there is no better feeling than flying down a mountain unmarked by other skiers. Chris smiles back and I know it’s on. Before Dave has even finished his directions the two of us are racing off. I ski as fast as I can but can’t ditch the bastard.”

A trip to Sentry Mountain Lodge for a week of ski touring: Read On HERE