I have a couple of friends who raced their whole lives from kids through school and national teams. The courses they run…you can’t imagine how steep they are until you stand there and look. TV doesn’t work. Then you add in the speed they’re moving at, WELL over 100 kmh…it’s fucking crazy.
You also can’t imagine the runs they ski at a resort when you go away with these guys. It’s weird…they ski an entirely different resort to normal folks. A resort that doesn’t even exist. Glades rips through the forest between two proper groomed runs that the rest of us ski. It’s so strange how comfortable they are being so close to what would be certain death for most of us.