Sinking up to our knees in the snow, clawing our way up towards the top of the hill away from the commercial slope. Around us, only tall pine trees, the silence of the mountain and flashes of the valley sinking below us.
This was the start of my off-piste, forest-skiing adventure with one of Malam Jabba Ski Resort’s guides, Ihsan.
During the half-hour climb up, Ihsan offered to carry my skis and sank up to his waist into the fresh powder, paving the way. And then… we were ready to go down again, this time on our skis.
The adrenaline rush you get when skiing is incomparable to anything else. But the adrenaline rush you get when you ski off-piste, in-between the trees, in fresh untouched powder, is like a rush of ecstasy. It stays with you for hours.
We manoeuvred our way among the pines, carving those sweet double lines into the pure whiteness. I fell over a bunch of times, but bounced off the snow over and again.
Nature, perfect silence, white and green, and your body navigating it all with smoothness and agility.