at the top of A-basin

Ice rocks, the size of peas, pelted us from behind. 100 mph winds shot snow up from the mountain in huge clouds. We sat at the edge, wowing and fighting to see, a drop so steep, only the ground a 1/4 mile out was visible. Heather stood and spread out her arms. The wind pushed her over the precipice and down the face, screaming in delight. I whooped and hollered to gather my courage, but quietly: "Make it down alive. That's all you have to do." Up, all is white, and the floor drops out from underneath.

*whoosh*

Another good scare. Another good day on the mountain.