There are moments in this life that I will never forget, this is one of them. It was a frigid day in the mountains. The temperature was –30 °C, with the windchill it felt like –45 °C. It was the first sunny day in some time, so the opportunity to go outside could not be passed up. We set off into the backcountry. With skis on my feet and a heavy bag on my back I started the climb. It was so cold that any bit of exposed skin got frost burned within minutes. We slowly rose through the snow blanketed trees and emerged in the alpine. The higher we went, the more intense the wind got. There were mountains on either side of us, as far as the eye could see. I glanced back over my shoulder and there...