As we transitioned to boot packing the snow quality improved quickly, the nerves were still there but my stoke was really starting to fire up. I was excited. With Bryan, Logan and I we made relatively quick work of the boot pack, with a slight bend in the line you could't quite see the top of the line but as we rounded the corner it was actually a bit closer then expected. We transitioned, Logan dropped in first after making a few cautious turns opening up a bit saying the snow quality is excellent. I stood there, the feeling in your stomach, butterflies, mix of nerve, excitement and a bit of adrenaline. There's something about that first turn that I can't explain. It's such a nervous feeling but it also feels so good as you feel your boards edge sink into the snow, knees absorbing as you finish the turn, then it clicks, its good to go. As I link together some turns the nervousness completely dissipates as I flow my way down the couloir. I'm no freerider, my turns are still cautious but it feels amazing to be back. Oh how I've missed this feeling.