Blue sky, fresh powder and a big cliff in Chamonix. This is why I love my job!
However, the day started with terrible news when I got a message saying that 3 persons died in an avalanche and 2 of them were friends.
My knees were shaking while riding the gondola to the top of Les Grands Montets and the cold temperatures of the early morning climb did not help. I was feeling nauseous and wondering why I keep skiing and BASE jumping when every year I go through the struggle of losing friends.
Every jump gets harder and harder but as soon as I stand on the top on a beautiful powder run just like the one you are about to see, it all of the sudden makes sense. The last breath of air before dropping is so crisp and powerful. As it goes through your lungs compressed with fear, your body loosens up and everything makes sense.
What we do is not a choice. We dedicate our lives to our sport and the mountains because we were born to do it. Living a life of purpose and passion requires courage. Fear is a corral made to keep you safe but life begins once you jump the fence.