LEFT TO RIGHT When I think of big air and backflips, I think of Owen Leeper. He is a true athlete, something you quickly learn on a boot pack, but my trust in his instincts is why I love skiing with him. This trip we hopped a train to Ski Lodge Engelberg after a storm, and this air overlooking the valley below opened up the day. A charge runs though Chamonix, where the black crows fly. Peering down this solid granite spire, there are endless icy couloirs and surrounding peaks. A friend set me up with photo work, and I arrived in Chamonix for the first time at the height of the climbing season. The magnitude was exhilarating, challenging and fast-paced. While descending I tucked into a high hut late into the night, finishing the dark miles to the valley under moonlight.
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