I’m 28 years old. I can’t remember the last time I’ve read a book for pleasure. My personal history with skiing started on a small hill in New Jersey, skiing on rental everything… Then I “really” learned to ski playing catch-up with some friends at Heavenly Resort when I was 24 years old. I got in over my head at times, and broke my pelvis not too long into my 2nd season… took a lovely helicopter to Reno-Tahoe Hospital. I guess you could say the mountain taught me that there are consequences for my actions? But I was fortunate enough to heal.

This year, my personal goal is to learn as much as I can about snow conditions and achieve 40 days on the slopes – a respectable number, I think, for someone who spends 55 hours a week spreadsheet-jockeying. When I sit at work doing a job that is so anti-me, my personality, and my heart, all I can do to justify it is tell myself “it pays for me to ski.”

But it’s not about the number of times I ski. It’s about that feeling you wrote about in the book – when I’m up there, everything is clear for a moment in a life otherwise full of jumbled chaos, artificial deadlines, performance reviews… I like to sort out chaos by picking the best line, having my deadline be dictated by the sun, and review performance based on the last turns. I’m drawn to the mountains by an invisible force I never knew existed in me until this “late” in life.

This book made me feel sane for wanting to just drop it all to enjoy the sport I love. But, it also made me feel sane for sacrificing, at least a portion of it, for family. Thank you for writing it.

I also want to add, candidly, it sucked that your movie got put on hold, but you have had a while to think about it. I think now the conditions are better – make it the way it was meant to be, and take your time. I look forward to its release.

Thanks again for writing this, and good luck with the movie.

I was just learning to ski when Blizzards of Aaahs was released. Over the intervening years I’ve read a few articles about how Kye was following in his dad’s footsteps. Although I’ll never ski at these guy’s level, somehow the whole story was very moving. Ten years ago I met Anselme Baud in Antarctica. Maybe these factors give “Edge of Never” special meaning for me.

I’m really looking forward to seeing the film!