Initially, this little Eskimo was just slightly bummed to be leaving an epic Alaskan winter for the hit or miss snow of Europe. The Alps got a pounding of schnee … but it still weird to be leaving the daily face-shots of the Chugach Mountains for the pistes of Europe. As the plane descended into Zurich though, my apprehensions were appeased. The Alps that are seen as you approach Zurich are so beautiful and impressive, pink silhouettes of jagged peaks packed together. And the first sip of Swiss coffee after a trying day of travel reminded me of how much I missed my old friend Switzerland. At one point in the drive from Zurich to Veysonnaz, from the German to the french side of Switzerland, the road takes you to a train that you load your car onto in order to navigate the parts of the Alps that roads can’t wind through. Another novelty of this radical country that I’m reminded of. As a snowboarder its hard to leave the places that are hitting with snow… but as a person, I’m reminded of the incredible opportunity I’ve been blessed with to travel the world and experience these things. I cannot believe the journey. 6 years of traveling around the world, thinking of it gives me butterflies. Thank you to all of the people who have been there with me through it all. Especially my momma. <3








