'I can barely wait for the first snows to fall': why I feel so alive when I ski

Nothing beats the pure thrill of the mountains in winter, says a lifelong skier. When the sun is out, the sky blue and the snow fresh, it’s the stuff of dreams

My summer clothes and sandals are packed away and the nights are getting longer, but I don’t feel sad about the passing of summer. I can barely wait for the snowflakes to fall, the lifts to open and for the chance to get back to the mountains.

Since my first skiing trip with school at the age of 14, I’ve been utterly entranced by the mountains in winter. Sure, strolling along a beach at sunset or lazing by a pool have their place, but somehow nothing beats the pure thrill of the mountains in winter for me.

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from Travel | The Guardian https://ift.tt/2H11byQ