When it comes to spending time in the mountains, I find myself drawn to the trails. These pathways, often carved through knee-deep powder or shaped by the relentless mountain winds, offer a captivating and unique experience. They guide us through dense forests, rugged terrains, and occasionally expose us to exhilarating ridges that quicken the pulse.

Each time the snowfall blankets the trails, a fresh canvas is unveiled before us. Once again, we are entrusted with the task of painting the mountain with new trails and leaving our footprints behind.

Occasionally, I ponder over the reasons behind the immense joy I derive from lugging my weighty camera pack up the mountains. After all, it can take hours to ascend, only to descend back to the bottom in a matter of seconds.

While I may never find a definitive answer to this question, I am aware that something within the unhurried and repetitive rhythm of ski touring and hiking allows me to establish a deeper connection with the mountains. It often feels like a form of meditation, a tranquil communion with nature.