Microdosing Fear
“You know spring skiing is firing when the wiggle is double overhead. Amie Engerbretson, Elyse Saugstad, Megan Michelson and Kerstin Ulf slash, spray and laugh out loud, decked out in denim in the May sunshine at Palisades Tahoe, CA.” Photo: Jeff Engerbretson
Words: Lily Krass Ritter
I am terrified of the wiggle.
You know that twisty, turny, icy luge that all your friends love? It’s steep and committing, and by closing day the walls are often shoulder-high.
“Come on in!” Laura and Sophia wave me over before disappearing down the dark ominous chute, their hollers echoing off the cavernous walls.
I glance over my shoulder to see if anyone will bust me for skiing around. Just three turns, I tell myself. Then you can bail. I take a deep breath and creep into the entrance, tipping my skis into the 200 feet of hollowed-out S-turns and giving into gravity.
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