The terrifyingly steep path down the mountain was scattered with cliffs of all sizes.
I yelled out but everyone seemed to think all would be alright.
I dared not get any closer as the wind blew and the ground was slippery.
I dropped into the path with Harrison close in behind me.
Making the few turns possible down the narrow path my adrenaline started to flow.
This different part I had never been down before and the speed I gained was incredible.
I slid and bounced and flew as I cut across the bowl.
It took incredible effort to cling to the mountainside path as I tried to stay as high as possible.
The better snow and bigger cliffs were on the far side, we had to make it.
We gained more and more speed as the path became more and more ragged.
I quickly brushed the thought away, I had to concentrate on where I was going.
As I started to close in behind him one of the bumps caught me off gaurd.
I landed backseat and my butt hit the ground.
My head led my body down the hill and my stomach was faced the snowy peak.
I couldn’t see at all where I was headed.
Almost instantantly the thought of the sudden cliffs dropping off below burst into my mind.
With surprising reflexes I pushed my skiis behind me, my tails jabbing into the back of my helmet.
My mind was racing and my heart was racing.
I knew how dangereous the landscape was.
My heart still racing in my chest I looked back down to where I was soon to have been.
