Cold wind rushes past me, whipping my face with snow. Toe, Heel, Toe, Heel, I turn my shoulders, carving a path through the fresh powder. I fly through the air and for a split second I believe I have wings. I bend my knees as I fall back to earth landing smooth, riding away with a sense of freedom. A piece of metal sticks out of the ground, waiting for me to slide across it as if it were one with the snow... The ride back up to the top, my board hanging, makes me shiver with anticipation. Ten feet away! I slide off the lift, adrenaline rushing through my blood. Dropping in I scan the jumps...
Then My Snowboard Fever starts all over again...
