All Hail the Kings and Queens of Carve

Wind whips across your face as you drop hard into a big sweeping turn.   Gravity pushes you into the chalky, groomed, “corduroy” snow as you your edge grabs and tears at its surface bringing you back around into a long traverse across the run so you can experience it all again on the other side. Continue reading “All Hail the Kings and Queens of Carve”