While it was difficult to leave Jackson with it’s solid snow base and posse of riders, waking up amongst the Alps reminded me of why I love competing on the Freeride World Tour.
Photo: Fresh powder in Austria.
I arrived in Chamonix to compete on the first stop of the Freeride World Tour this past week. I’m always blown away by the mountains here -rising like giants out of the valley floor. The area is incredibly vast, and it seems like there is a chair, gondola, or tram going up every peak. With a great group of competitors in town, shredding around the resorts for a few days was a great way to get rid of our jet lag.
Photo: George Rodney warming up for the tour with a massive backflip.
I felt pretty good after skiing such good snow in Jackson and was excited to see where my new limits would be. It turned out, for a variety of reasons, that pushing the limits would not be the name of the game this time. My run was far from what I wanted it to be. BUT, a few days later I had the best ski day of my year in Austria and was quickly reminded that there is more to the FWT than just competing.
Photo: Female Skiers draw bibs in downtown Chamonix.
We are now in Fieberbrunn, Austria. The snow hasn’t stopped since we arrived. Mulled wine and apfel strudel are served for apres, and the powder has blanketed the mountains with some much needed snow. The competition is slated for Saturday, and I’m ready to fly!