The temperature in Radstädter Tauern, Austria, suddenly plum-meted. Snowflakes hovered midair, and reality and dream blurred together as Julian Carr peered off the ridge. Perhaps this is why we go to the mountains: The silence in moments like this remind us who we are. I do remember I ended up with frostbite, leading to a rather fashionable nose bandage.
The Ski Journal Volume 15, Issue 3: Page 95
