Snow is a huge soft white cloth stretched over the mountains waiting to artists who know how to brush on it lines and curves, and delicate embroidery. These artists are ski-hikers, and their brushes are the skis.
Be in front of a pristine expanse of fresh snow, climb with great difficulty, often sinking up to the knees, then, at the top, dive into it drawing harmonious trajectories, are particular emotions. It feels like beeing the privileged actors in an amazing show set up by nature. A good reason to abandon the MTB sometimes...
Here are my favorite trips ...