I was in the real snowy winter, carving through fresh powder, feeling the wind rush past, and, of course, falling on my ass more times than Iβd like to admitπ But thatβs all part of the fun, right? The mountains have this crazy way of making you feel both powerful and tiny at the same time β like you're flying but also completely at their mercy!Now tell me, are you more of a snowboarder or a skier? Or just the type who watches from the lounge with a hot drink?