While Adrien, Ben, and Alex skied off in glorious harmony to shred the North Couloir of Mount Ronayne like a trio of graceful mountain goats on skis, I had a different spiritual journey in mind: a solo run up Sun God Mountain via Tenas Creek.
“Run” is a generous word here. What started as an ambitious alpine jog quickly devolved into a postholing pilgrimage through isothermal snow, the kind that gives your calves an existential crisis. Every step felt like a lottery: Would it hold? Would I sink to my knees? My waist? Straight to the Earth's core?
Meanwhile, I could see the boys from a distance, carving beautiful lines down Ronayne like they were filming a Patagonia ad. They looked like they were having fun. I looked like I was trying to escape quicksand in running shoes.
Sun God did eventually grant me an audience, though I suspect the mountain only allowed me up out of pity. The views were spectacular, my legs were jello, and my ego had fully melted with the snowpack.
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