The last run of an extended season. The snow was choppy and pooled with water that sucked the life from my board. The heat of the day was nearly intolerable. And yet, as I rounded the corner behind Facelift, I was once again reminded of the main reason I choose to strap (a piece of plastic on my feet) and throw (myself off the side of mountains)… The mountains are so enchanting, always. They call to me, as you – my most faithful of kingdomites – know to be truth. And what can I do but answer.