For many years after i learned to ski, i did not jump. Even when i learned to do hop turns – or jump turns – for very steep terrain, i still avoided jumping off things. Like many skiers i suppose i thought of jumping as something that snowboarders did..or dedicated ski-jumpers, jumping hundreds of meters with 3-meter-long skis. But then i began to realise that for high level mountain skiing you sometimes needed to jump..off cornices or over crevasses, or just off unforeseen bumps when skiing at high speed. So i learned to jump. And discovered that not only was it a necessary skill..it was also fun, a lot of fun!
So i’ve wasted no time in getting my son to taste some air – it wasn’t exactly difficult to persuade him – and of course he took to it like a fish to water..(or maybe that should be a bird to..?)
These last few years, due to first knee and then back problems, i’ve been avoiding the air as much as possible (though the air is ok, the landing bit is where it gets less cool). But with several days of soft snow this strange and belated Winter – and more so soft snow that sometimes wasn’t especially great to ski, high density humid snow or poudre lourde, heavy pow – conditions were just right for popping off small rocks and little cornices formed by the wind in the lee of trees.
Irresistible! For the moment my half-century-old back has been holding up ok, but..you have to try not to get carried away, jumping off one thing and then another..some of that old cartilage is not in great shape. Jumping really is fun, but..
..probably better to start moving towards the mindset that some things are better left to the young!