It snowed all day at the glacier. There was already a ton of accumulation because when my friend skied off the trail, the snow cleared his waist.

I opted to stay on the trails and had a blast carving through the soft powder. Falling on the snow was like sinking into a cloud; except for the time I went head first and then had to dig my face out for air. But that didn’t hurt, nor was I stuck under the snow for long.

One time in the morning, I took a chairlift that landed above the 2,900 meter point. It was so windy that I could barely stand up on my snowboard—and that wasn’t even the highest point. As I began to go down the trail, the visibility was extremely low and I could barely see the bright red trail markers. However there weren’t such harsh winds or unclear conditions at lower parts of the glacier.

By the end of the day, the front sections of my long hair looked like two big, white icicles. The bottom half of my face below my goggles was tomato red and wind burned. I even had a snowy white mustache under my nose.

Despite my resemblance to the Abominable Snowman, I still had the most incredible day of snowboarding. But I do recommend wearing a ski mask.