This year’s annual mountain run with Adrien and Damien took us south of the border because nothing says “fun” like customs paperwork and leg burn.
Day one was North Twin Sister, a beautiful peak and a fantastic reminder that we’re not as fit as we think we are. We took the West Ridge up, which was scenic, grippy, and just technical enough to keep things interesting without triggering an existential crisis.
Then came the descent… via the North Face, a 30-degree snow slope, which we chose to ski in trail runners. Because who needs crampons or dignity when you can just slide down a mountain in fear?
Meanwhile, Damien (aka la machine) politely destroyed us on every uphill, casually floating while we gasped behind him like asthmatic donkeys. Pretty sure he was checking his emails while we were redlining.
Still, great vibes, no injuries, and only mild trauma. 10/10 weekend. Would chase Damien up mountains again.
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