Embracing the Uncertain: Skiing and Sailing Iceland with Kim Havell

Skiing down to the sixty-degree blind rollover, I hoped the snow would remain the same carve-able consistency as I had been skiing above it. Surrounded by fjords, blue skies and eager guests, I was ecstatic to have a gorgeous clear day.

As I mentally prepared myself for a more conservative hop-turn to slow my speed in case of ice, the slope dropped off into more of the same perfect corn. I let my skis run. I’ve been chasing steep skiing my whole life; I live for these moments in both skiing and guiding. With my family ski touring below me, closer to shore, I had a solitary moment of freedom and bliss.