Whiteroom.

Multiple times.

Not just faceshots. Full on, can’t see a thing, Whiteroom.

Simultaneously both euphoric and terrifying when it happens in the trees.

Three feet of fresh fell on top of barely covered ground. The euphoria was tempered by the knowledge (understood and physically felt) that roots, rocks, and deadfall lie deep beneath the surface. Three feet was almost enough to bury it all over again.

Almost.

But it is hard to care about what lies beneath when you can’t even see where you are skiing.