It is skiing’s curse to be overburdened by gear, and it doesn’t take much to turn yourself into a junk show. How many times have you raced off the top of a chair, skated to the start of a booter, and dropped your goggles in the pow or a glove or your helmet, only to be passed by the merciless as you try to get your act together? Never? Well, I have.
There’s just so much that can go wrong. You lash you skis wrong to your pack and they bang against your heels. You a-frame them and they catch a branch or gust in the wind. You throw them over a shoulder and trip over the other pole. I’ve done it all.
Yes, there’s so much that can go wrong. But when everything goes right, it feels like magic: your kit tight, your rhythm perfect, the day unfolding as if ordained.