The thugged out ballerinas of ice and snow glide gracefully through their frozen playground like packs of wild dogs, feeding off each others' energy, going bigger, faster, pushing their limits, all the while howling with delight.
Baggy jerseys, oversized pants and bandannas ruffle as the frigid air rips across the mountain; all that is seen is the surgical focus in their eyes as rails are hit and landings stomped. Rare is the sight of anger or frustration, for free riding is just that...free--free from judgment and constraints of life off the mountain; life melts away as the growling wind rushes past their ears as they sail, weightless through the air in graceful arcs, spinning and tweaking their bodies. The combination of power and raw athleticism that produces something so fluid and smooth seems extraordinary, until you strap in yourself and immediately understand that it could be no other way.
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