THE WOMB OF WINTER
Jan 25, 2019
2 minutes
By Matt Hansen
like billions of fat chicken feathers. The flakes were so thick and plentiful that we just stood there with our mouths agape and arms outstretched, cackling like hyenas as the snow stacked up on our hats, shoulders, and backpacks. When I dropped in for my first turn down a steep chute a stone’s throw from a
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