Put my life in the hands of someone whose name I couldn't pronounce and without a common language.
Hurtled down a hill on a tiny wooden contraption bound for disaster. Two giggling, screaming fast moving crazies. Eyes locked on the limited hazy distance, a blur of white whizzing past at every angle.
Holding on for life, being pulled down by the toll of gravity, unrelenting. Fast. Lush barriers of fresh snow attempting to comfort the spills. Failing.
Cheeks being nipped by the 15 below temperatures. Eyes stinging with cold, glistening with adventure.
Other moving bodies flying past, falling behind, taking tumbles. Avoid calamity.
The life in the white.
Possibly one of the scariest things I've ever done.
We didn't even win.
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