Latir Backcountry Skiing: Alone with the wind.
Matador Bowl, Bull Creek, Latirs The Lonely Latirs I have only gone into the Latirs alone. I’ve never seen another soul out there. It’s like another world where only land exists. It’s meditative. On the walk away from the truck I shed the final bits of humanity around me and breathe in the solitude. Being alone up there, I feel different. I am more aware. More focused. I see, hear, and feel more clearly. I move consciously. I travel faster sometimes. Others, I go more slowly. I like going my pace. I cuss out loud. There’s a bit of that at least. Otherwise, I’m quiet. As people, I think we are used to sharing experiences. We are accustomed to having that feedback each step of the way. It allows us to manage ourselves in comparison to others. We can lean on others’ interpretations of what is going on around us. We bond with each other through the common experience. Solitude is different. The bond the experience...