At some point in your life, you are bound to find yourself in a situation that makes you think, "If I make one wrong move, it is game over, done, gone, period."
On Saturday, well above New England, strapped into my snowboard on the edge of a 50 degree slope, with rocks and hecklers below, it was this thought that dominated my tired brain. I am not ashamed to say, I was scared.
This is Tuckerman Ravine.
















