There’s nothing like a freshly-groomed corduroy cruiser to make you feel like you know how to carve when you don’t have a clue. Words :: Leslie Anthony. Imagine your dream…
The night wind gusts 40 to 70 kilometres an hour while the hammering snow plasters itself to the windshield faster than the wipers can keep up. Constantly watching for the orange bamboo reflectors marking the road, I slowly crawl upwards into the storm to carve a path into a powdery beyond.