Our world disappeared in a white cloud of powder emanating from our skis. We skied, weightless in the ether of billowing snow, pulled by gravity yet floating dreamlike. In that moment, the world disappeared and we existed in the alternative dimension of powder.
Near Revelstoke, we found over-the-head sense of wellbeing in powder levitation that cannot be adequately described in this blog.
|Levtitating Ski Pole|
|CMH Revelstoke "Shadow" Line by Dr. Snow|
|Time to go|