Rush. When did you get your best rush of the year?
My best rush of the year happened early -- in January -- in Bretton Woods, NH, on my annual ski trip. This was the first year I attempted green trails on my own, since there was light, fresh powder on the ground and the going was fairly easy. It was the best! I loved skiing before this, but I was super hooked after that trip. I felt on top of the world, so proud and powerful. It was also so serene, on top of that mountain surrounded by people but so alone. Quiet, cold, peaceful, beautiful. I don't think there is anything else that gives me that same feeling.