Winter's Grasp

Winter's icy grasp nipped at any piece of exposed skin we had. It was a chilling day in the mountains. The temperatures had dropped to over -30°C and -45°C with the windchill. However, we hadn't seen the sun in a few weeks and it was time to get out for an adventure. Most of my winters are spent in the mountains. Hiking up them with skis on my feet to push myself and to find great descents. This day was unusually cold, but extremely beautiful. The wind was howling as we climbed higher, blowing the snow in the crisp morning sun. The snow crystals looked magical with the impressive peaks towering behind us. Facing the elements can humble one immensely and perhaps that is why I pursue it. The p...View all