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After last season on tour, which was marked by a general feeling of “am I really supposed to be here?”, I was ready this year to take a more aggressive approach. Early in the season, I told my brother, Mika, that I had this funny feeling in my tummy—the same one I had the season I qualified for the Tour. No more skiing to survive, but rather skiing to express myself and my interpretation of the mountain.

Missing the first competition forced me to take a step back from that approach. I had now lost my throwaway score and was, from a present perspective, in a position with no room for error. The feeling in my tummy had faded away and was replaced by a much more anxious one. Luckily, at that point I wasn’t aware of the fact that the Val Thorens competition would be my only chance to pass the cut—I was already nervous enough as it was. A fifth place, with a small backseat, got the job done.

I was relieved and hungry for Alaska , where my ski bag decided to prolong its stay in London, leaving me without my own gear. Alaska was so breathtaking that it didn’t leave me room to get mad at this situation of bad luck. I opted for an easier run and, yet again, scored a 5th place.

With three 5th places and one 6th throughout my two seasons on tour, I now had a wonderful record of what I like to call a consistently mid performance.

In the week of skiing before Verbier, the funny feeling returned. I was feeling good in my boots and happier than ever to be skiing. Coming into Verbier, everything finally aligned, and I couldn’t be happier to finally snag a podium (3rd place). It was an honor to ski and compete in front of so many friends and family, against a field of riders that showcased some of the highest level of skiing the tour has probably ever seen.

I want to thank everyone who supported me and still supports me on this journey. All of these moments and experiences we get to live through wouldn’t be nearly the same if not shared.

Thanks, Mum and Dad. Thanks, friends—you’re the best <3

pics: @domdaher @beerrnni @takayasage @nataliecarriere @levyloye @jeremy_bernard_photography @nathan.salomon

@peakperformance @scottfreeski @nordicaski @roecklsports

After last season on tour, which was marked by a general feeling of “am I really supposed to be here?”, I was ready this year to take a more aggressive approach. Early in the season, I told my brother, Mika, that I had this funny feeling in my tummy—the same one I had the season I qualified for the Tour. No more skiing to survive, but rather skiing to express myself and my interpretation of the mountain.

Missing the first competition forced me to take a step back from that approach. I had now lost my throwaway score and was, from a present perspective, in a position with no room for error. The feeling in my tummy had faded away and was replaced by a much more anxious one. Luckily, at that point I wasn’t aware of the fact that the Val Thorens competition would be my only chance to pass the cut—I was already nervous enough as it was. A fifth place, with a small backseat, got the job done.

I was relieved and hungry for Alaska , where my ski bag decided to prolong its stay in London, leaving me without my own gear. Alaska was so breathtaking that it didn’t leave me room to get mad at this situation of bad luck. I opted for an easier run and, yet again, scored a 5th place.

With three 5th places and one 6th throughout my two seasons on tour, I now had a wonderful record of what I like to call a consistently mid performance.

In the week of skiing before Verbier, the funny feeling returned. I was feeling good in my boots and happier than ever to be skiing. Coming into Verbier, everything finally aligned, and I couldn’t be happier to finally snag a podium (3rd place). It was an honor to ski and compete in front of so many friends and family, against a field of riders that showcased some of the highest level of skiing the tour has probably ever seen.

I want to thank everyone who supported me and still supports me on this journey. All of these moments and experiences we get to live through wouldn’t be nearly the same if not shared.

Thanks, Mum and Dad. Thanks, friends—you’re the best <3

pics: @domdaher @beerrnni @takayasage @nataliecarriere @levyloye @jeremy_bernard_photography @nathan.salomon

@peakperformance @scottfreeski @nordicaski @roecklsports

After last season on tour, which was marked by a general feeling of “am I really supposed to be here?”, I was ready this year to take a more aggressive approach. Early in the season, I told my brother, Mika, that I had this funny feeling in my tummy—the same one I had the season I qualified for the Tour. No more skiing to survive, but rather skiing to express myself and my interpretation of the mountain.

Missing the first competition forced me to take a step back from that approach. I had now lost my throwaway score and was, from a present perspective, in a position with no room for error. The feeling in my tummy had faded away and was replaced by a much more anxious one. Luckily, at that point I wasn’t aware of the fact that the Val Thorens competition would be my only chance to pass the cut—I was already nervous enough as it was. A fifth place, with a small backseat, got the job done.

I was relieved and hungry for Alaska , where my ski bag decided to prolong its stay in London, leaving me without my own gear. Alaska was so breathtaking that it didn’t leave me room to get mad at this situation of bad luck. I opted for an easier run and, yet again, scored a 5th place.

With three 5th places and one 6th throughout my two seasons on tour, I now had a wonderful record of what I like to call a consistently mid performance.

In the week of skiing before Verbier, the funny feeling returned. I was feeling good in my boots and happier than ever to be skiing. Coming into Verbier, everything finally aligned, and I couldn’t be happier to finally snag a podium (3rd place). It was an honor to ski and compete in front of so many friends and family, against a field of riders that showcased some of the highest level of skiing the tour has probably ever seen.

I want to thank everyone who supported me and still supports me on this journey. All of these moments and experiences we get to live through wouldn’t be nearly the same if not shared.

Thanks, Mum and Dad. Thanks, friends—you’re the best <3

pics: @domdaher @beerrnni @takayasage @nataliecarriere @levyloye @jeremy_bernard_photography @nathan.salomon

@peakperformance @scottfreeski @nordicaski @roecklsports

After last season on tour, which was marked by a general feeling of “am I really supposed to be here?”, I was ready this year to take a more aggressive approach. Early in the season, I told my brother, Mika, that I had this funny feeling in my tummy—the same one I had the season I qualified for the Tour. No more skiing to survive, but rather skiing to express myself and my interpretation of the mountain.

Missing the first competition forced me to take a step back from that approach. I had now lost my throwaway score and was, from a present perspective, in a position with no room for error. The feeling in my tummy had faded away and was replaced by a much more anxious one. Luckily, at that point I wasn’t aware of the fact that the Val Thorens competition would be my only chance to pass the cut—I was already nervous enough as it was. A fifth place, with a small backseat, got the job done.

I was relieved and hungry for Alaska , where my ski bag decided to prolong its stay in London, leaving me without my own gear. Alaska was so breathtaking that it didn’t leave me room to get mad at this situation of bad luck. I opted for an easier run and, yet again, scored a 5th place.

With three 5th places and one 6th throughout my two seasons on tour, I now had a wonderful record of what I like to call a consistently mid performance.

In the week of skiing before Verbier, the funny feeling returned. I was feeling good in my boots and happier than ever to be skiing. Coming into Verbier, everything finally aligned, and I couldn’t be happier to finally snag a podium (3rd place). It was an honor to ski and compete in front of so many friends and family, against a field of riders that showcased some of the highest level of skiing the tour has probably ever seen.

I want to thank everyone who supported me and still supports me on this journey. All of these moments and experiences we get to live through wouldn’t be nearly the same if not shared.

Thanks, Mum and Dad. Thanks, friends—you’re the best <3

pics: @domdaher @beerrnni @takayasage @nataliecarriere @levyloye @jeremy_bernard_photography @nathan.salomon

@peakperformance @scottfreeski @nordicaski @roecklsports

After last season on tour, which was marked by a general feeling of “am I really supposed to be here?”, I was ready this year to take a more aggressive approach. Early in the season, I told my brother, Mika, that I had this funny feeling in my tummy—the same one I had the season I qualified for the Tour. No more skiing to survive, but rather skiing to express myself and my interpretation of the mountain.

Missing the first competition forced me to take a step back from that approach. I had now lost my throwaway score and was, from a present perspective, in a position with no room for error. The feeling in my tummy had faded away and was replaced by a much more anxious one. Luckily, at that point I wasn’t aware of the fact that the Val Thorens competition would be my only chance to pass the cut—I was already nervous enough as it was. A fifth place, with a small backseat, got the job done.

I was relieved and hungry for Alaska , where my ski bag decided to prolong its stay in London, leaving me without my own gear. Alaska was so breathtaking that it didn’t leave me room to get mad at this situation of bad luck. I opted for an easier run and, yet again, scored a 5th place.

With three 5th places and one 6th throughout my two seasons on tour, I now had a wonderful record of what I like to call a consistently mid performance.

In the week of skiing before Verbier, the funny feeling returned. I was feeling good in my boots and happier than ever to be skiing. Coming into Verbier, everything finally aligned, and I couldn’t be happier to finally snag a podium (3rd place). It was an honor to ski and compete in front of so many friends and family, against a field of riders that showcased some of the highest level of skiing the tour has probably ever seen.

I want to thank everyone who supported me and still supports me on this journey. All of these moments and experiences we get to live through wouldn’t be nearly the same if not shared.

Thanks, Mum and Dad. Thanks, friends—you’re the best <3

pics: @domdaher @beerrnni @takayasage @nataliecarriere @levyloye @jeremy_bernard_photography @nathan.salomon

@peakperformance @scottfreeski @nordicaski @roecklsports

After last season on tour, which was marked by a general feeling of “am I really supposed to be here?”, I was ready this year to take a more aggressive approach. Early in the season, I told my brother, Mika, that I had this funny feeling in my tummy—the same one I had the season I qualified for the Tour. No more skiing to survive, but rather skiing to express myself and my interpretation of the mountain.

Missing the first competition forced me to take a step back from that approach. I had now lost my throwaway score and was, from a present perspective, in a position with no room for error. The feeling in my tummy had faded away and was replaced by a much more anxious one. Luckily, at that point I wasn’t aware of the fact that the Val Thorens competition would be my only chance to pass the cut—I was already nervous enough as it was. A fifth place, with a small backseat, got the job done.

I was relieved and hungry for Alaska , where my ski bag decided to prolong its stay in London, leaving me without my own gear. Alaska was so breathtaking that it didn’t leave me room to get mad at this situation of bad luck. I opted for an easier run and, yet again, scored a 5th place.

With three 5th places and one 6th throughout my two seasons on tour, I now had a wonderful record of what I like to call a consistently mid performance.

In the week of skiing before Verbier, the funny feeling returned. I was feeling good in my boots and happier than ever to be skiing. Coming into Verbier, everything finally aligned, and I couldn’t be happier to finally snag a podium (3rd place). It was an honor to ski and compete in front of so many friends and family, against a field of riders that showcased some of the highest level of skiing the tour has probably ever seen.

I want to thank everyone who supported me and still supports me on this journey. All of these moments and experiences we get to live through wouldn’t be nearly the same if not shared.

Thanks, Mum and Dad. Thanks, friends—you’re the best <3

pics: @domdaher @beerrnni @takayasage @nataliecarriere @levyloye @jeremy_bernard_photography @nathan.salomon

@peakperformance @scottfreeski @nordicaski @roecklsports

After last season on tour, which was marked by a general feeling of “am I really supposed to be here?”, I was ready this year to take a more aggressive approach. Early in the season, I told my brother, Mika, that I had this funny feeling in my tummy—the same one I had the season I qualified for the Tour. No more skiing to survive, but rather skiing to express myself and my interpretation of the mountain.

Missing the first competition forced me to take a step back from that approach. I had now lost my throwaway score and was, from a present perspective, in a position with no room for error. The feeling in my tummy had faded away and was replaced by a much more anxious one. Luckily, at that point I wasn’t aware of the fact that the Val Thorens competition would be my only chance to pass the cut—I was already nervous enough as it was. A fifth place, with a small backseat, got the job done.

I was relieved and hungry for Alaska , where my ski bag decided to prolong its stay in London, leaving me without my own gear. Alaska was so breathtaking that it didn’t leave me room to get mad at this situation of bad luck. I opted for an easier run and, yet again, scored a 5th place.

With three 5th places and one 6th throughout my two seasons on tour, I now had a wonderful record of what I like to call a consistently mid performance.

In the week of skiing before Verbier, the funny feeling returned. I was feeling good in my boots and happier than ever to be skiing. Coming into Verbier, everything finally aligned, and I couldn’t be happier to finally snag a podium (3rd place). It was an honor to ski and compete in front of so many friends and family, against a field of riders that showcased some of the highest level of skiing the tour has probably ever seen.

I want to thank everyone who supported me and still supports me on this journey. All of these moments and experiences we get to live through wouldn’t be nearly the same if not shared.

Thanks, Mum and Dad. Thanks, friends—you’re the best <3

pics: @domdaher @beerrnni @takayasage @nataliecarriere @levyloye @jeremy_bernard_photography @nathan.salomon

@peakperformance @scottfreeski @nordicaski @roecklsports

After last season on tour, which was marked by a general feeling of “am I really supposed to be here?”, I was ready this year to take a more aggressive approach. Early in the season, I told my brother, Mika, that I had this funny feeling in my tummy—the same one I had the season I qualified for the Tour. No more skiing to survive, but rather skiing to express myself and my interpretation of the mountain.

Missing the first competition forced me to take a step back from that approach. I had now lost my throwaway score and was, from a present perspective, in a position with no room for error. The feeling in my tummy had faded away and was replaced by a much more anxious one. Luckily, at that point I wasn’t aware of the fact that the Val Thorens competition would be my only chance to pass the cut—I was already nervous enough as it was. A fifth place, with a small backseat, got the job done.

I was relieved and hungry for Alaska , where my ski bag decided to prolong its stay in London, leaving me without my own gear. Alaska was so breathtaking that it didn’t leave me room to get mad at this situation of bad luck. I opted for an easier run and, yet again, scored a 5th place.

With three 5th places and one 6th throughout my two seasons on tour, I now had a wonderful record of what I like to call a consistently mid performance.

In the week of skiing before Verbier, the funny feeling returned. I was feeling good in my boots and happier than ever to be skiing. Coming into Verbier, everything finally aligned, and I couldn’t be happier to finally snag a podium (3rd place). It was an honor to ski and compete in front of so many friends and family, against a field of riders that showcased some of the highest level of skiing the tour has probably ever seen.

I want to thank everyone who supported me and still supports me on this journey. All of these moments and experiences we get to live through wouldn’t be nearly the same if not shared.

Thanks, Mum and Dad. Thanks, friends—you’re the best <3

pics: @domdaher @beerrnni @takayasage @nataliecarriere @levyloye @jeremy_bernard_photography @nathan.salomon

@peakperformance @scottfreeski @nordicaski @roecklsports

After last season on tour, which was marked by a general feeling of “am I really supposed to be here?”, I was ready this year to take a more aggressive approach. Early in the season, I told my brother, Mika, that I had this funny feeling in my tummy—the same one I had the season I qualified for the Tour. No more skiing to survive, but rather skiing to express myself and my interpretation of the mountain.

Missing the first competition forced me to take a step back from that approach. I had now lost my throwaway score and was, from a present perspective, in a position with no room for error. The feeling in my tummy had faded away and was replaced by a much more anxious one. Luckily, at that point I wasn’t aware of the fact that the Val Thorens competition would be my only chance to pass the cut—I was already nervous enough as it was. A fifth place, with a small backseat, got the job done.

I was relieved and hungry for Alaska , where my ski bag decided to prolong its stay in London, leaving me without my own gear. Alaska was so breathtaking that it didn’t leave me room to get mad at this situation of bad luck. I opted for an easier run and, yet again, scored a 5th place.

With three 5th places and one 6th throughout my two seasons on tour, I now had a wonderful record of what I like to call a consistently mid performance.

In the week of skiing before Verbier, the funny feeling returned. I was feeling good in my boots and happier than ever to be skiing. Coming into Verbier, everything finally aligned, and I couldn’t be happier to finally snag a podium (3rd place). It was an honor to ski and compete in front of so many friends and family, against a field of riders that showcased some of the highest level of skiing the tour has probably ever seen.

I want to thank everyone who supported me and still supports me on this journey. All of these moments and experiences we get to live through wouldn’t be nearly the same if not shared.

Thanks, Mum and Dad. Thanks, friends—you’re the best <3

pics: @domdaher @beerrnni @takayasage @nataliecarriere @levyloye @jeremy_bernard_photography @nathan.salomon

@peakperformance @scottfreeski @nordicaski @roecklsports

Same tricks you might have seen on my story a few weeks ago just executed slightly better and filmed a whole lot better thanks to @sskiaman and @martin__bender so I thought they deserved a little post :)

Heart is full, mind is blown. 3 runs down that face felt like a whole season worth of riding if not more. Thanks skiing for taking me here - Jahbless

From a wonderful week spent at the williams hotel - thanks a lot :)

On hold !
@freerideworldtour @tiemo_ro@tobyrafford@ross_tester @carlregner @weitien_ho @kristoferturdell @fynnpowell @timo_nanuk @johanna_ke @stefanosolarodb @pauldepourtales

„You should just post this as a raw clip“ - Berni

Merci pour le clip sybille

I never actually hear the music I listen to while riding as soon as I pass the start gate, but I do remember putting this one on just before the countdown started. Seeing where I stop the music in the livestream and knowing how much of the song there was left, I’m pretty confident that at least for the second slide, the music correlates quite well with how it played in real time.

Truth is I kind of lost myself at the bottom and ended up skiing the last part trusting only my intuition. Ever since the first time I heard this song, that particular part makes me feel free and in the moment. I get goosebumps and feel an urge to cry, scream, sing, run - be alive. This is exactly what I feel like when I ski intuitively.

So whether it‘s the song that made me ski that way or it just so happened to align, I don‘t care! The nice part is that it happened.

Thank you to family and friends for supporting, you‘re truly the best :)

[•] @domdaher @jeremy_bernard_photography @freerideworldtour

I never actually hear the music I listen to while riding as soon as I pass the start gate, but I do remember putting this one on just before the countdown started. Seeing where I stop the music in the livestream and knowing how much of the song there was left, I’m pretty confident that at least for the second slide, the music correlates quite well with how it played in real time.

Truth is I kind of lost myself at the bottom and ended up skiing the last part trusting only my intuition. Ever since the first time I heard this song, that particular part makes me feel free and in the moment. I get goosebumps and feel an urge to cry, scream, sing, run - be alive. This is exactly what I feel like when I ski intuitively.

So whether it‘s the song that made me ski that way or it just so happened to align, I don‘t care! The nice part is that it happened.

Thank you to family and friends for supporting, you‘re truly the best :)

[•] @domdaher @jeremy_bernard_photography @freerideworldtour

I never actually hear the music I listen to while riding as soon as I pass the start gate, but I do remember putting this one on just before the countdown started. Seeing where I stop the music in the livestream and knowing how much of the song there was left, I’m pretty confident that at least for the second slide, the music correlates quite well with how it played in real time.

Truth is I kind of lost myself at the bottom and ended up skiing the last part trusting only my intuition. Ever since the first time I heard this song, that particular part makes me feel free and in the moment. I get goosebumps and feel an urge to cry, scream, sing, run - be alive. This is exactly what I feel like when I ski intuitively.

So whether it‘s the song that made me ski that way or it just so happened to align, I don‘t care! The nice part is that it happened.

Thank you to family and friends for supporting, you‘re truly the best :)

[•] @domdaher @jeremy_bernard_photography @freerideworldtour

I never actually hear the music I listen to while riding as soon as I pass the start gate, but I do remember putting this one on just before the countdown started. Seeing where I stop the music in the livestream and knowing how much of the song there was left, I’m pretty confident that at least for the second slide, the music correlates quite well with how it played in real time.

Truth is I kind of lost myself at the bottom and ended up skiing the last part trusting only my intuition. Ever since the first time I heard this song, that particular part makes me feel free and in the moment. I get goosebumps and feel an urge to cry, scream, sing, run - be alive. This is exactly what I feel like when I ski intuitively.

So whether it‘s the song that made me ski that way or it just so happened to align, I don‘t care! The nice part is that it happened.

Thank you to family and friends for supporting, you‘re truly the best :)

[•] @domdaher @jeremy_bernard_photography @freerideworldtour

I never actually hear the music I listen to while riding as soon as I pass the start gate, but I do remember putting this one on just before the countdown started. Seeing where I stop the music in the livestream and knowing how much of the song there was left, I’m pretty confident that at least for the second slide, the music correlates quite well with how it played in real time.

Truth is I kind of lost myself at the bottom and ended up skiing the last part trusting only my intuition. Ever since the first time I heard this song, that particular part makes me feel free and in the moment. I get goosebumps and feel an urge to cry, scream, sing, run - be alive. This is exactly what I feel like when I ski intuitively.

So whether it‘s the song that made me ski that way or it just so happened to align, I don‘t care! The nice part is that it happened.

Thank you to family and friends for supporting, you‘re truly the best :)

[•] @domdaher @jeremy_bernard_photography @freerideworldtour

I never actually hear the music I listen to while riding as soon as I pass the start gate, but I do remember putting this one on just before the countdown started. Seeing where I stop the music in the livestream and knowing how much of the song there was left, I’m pretty confident that at least for the second slide, the music correlates quite well with how it played in real time.

Truth is I kind of lost myself at the bottom and ended up skiing the last part trusting only my intuition. Ever since the first time I heard this song, that particular part makes me feel free and in the moment. I get goosebumps and feel an urge to cry, scream, sing, run - be alive. This is exactly what I feel like when I ski intuitively.

So whether it‘s the song that made me ski that way or it just so happened to align, I don‘t care! The nice part is that it happened.

Thank you to family and friends for supporting, you‘re truly the best :)

[•] @domdaher @jeremy_bernard_photography @freerideworldtour

I never actually hear the music I listen to while riding as soon as I pass the start gate, but I do remember putting this one on just before the countdown started. Seeing where I stop the music in the livestream and knowing how much of the song there was left, I’m pretty confident that at least for the second slide, the music correlates quite well with how it played in real time.

Truth is I kind of lost myself at the bottom and ended up skiing the last part trusting only my intuition. Ever since the first time I heard this song, that particular part makes me feel free and in the moment. I get goosebumps and feel an urge to cry, scream, sing, run - be alive. This is exactly what I feel like when I ski intuitively.

So whether it‘s the song that made me ski that way or it just so happened to align, I don‘t care! The nice part is that it happened.

Thank you to family and friends for supporting, you‘re truly the best :)

[•] @domdaher @jeremy_bernard_photography @freerideworldtour

I never actually hear the music I listen to while riding as soon as I pass the start gate, but I do remember putting this one on just before the countdown started. Seeing where I stop the music in the livestream and knowing how much of the song there was left, I’m pretty confident that at least for the second slide, the music correlates quite well with how it played in real time.

Truth is I kind of lost myself at the bottom and ended up skiing the last part trusting only my intuition. Ever since the first time I heard this song, that particular part makes me feel free and in the moment. I get goosebumps and feel an urge to cry, scream, sing, run - be alive. This is exactly what I feel like when I ski intuitively.

So whether it‘s the song that made me ski that way or it just so happened to align, I don‘t care! The nice part is that it happened.

Thank you to family and friends for supporting, you‘re truly the best :)

[•] @domdaher @jeremy_bernard_photography @freerideworldtour

I never actually hear the music I listen to while riding as soon as I pass the start gate, but I do remember putting this one on just before the countdown started. Seeing where I stop the music in the livestream and knowing how much of the song there was left, I’m pretty confident that at least for the second slide, the music correlates quite well with how it played in real time.

Truth is I kind of lost myself at the bottom and ended up skiing the last part trusting only my intuition. Ever since the first time I heard this song, that particular part makes me feel free and in the moment. I get goosebumps and feel an urge to cry, scream, sing, run - be alive. This is exactly what I feel like when I ski intuitively.

So whether it‘s the song that made me ski that way or it just so happened to align, I don‘t care! The nice part is that it happened.

Thank you to family and friends for supporting, you‘re truly the best :)

[•] @domdaher @jeremy_bernard_photography @freerideworldtour

I never actually hear the music I listen to while riding as soon as I pass the start gate, but I do remember putting this one on just before the countdown started. Seeing where I stop the music in the livestream and knowing how much of the song there was left, I’m pretty confident that at least for the second slide, the music correlates quite well with how it played in real time.

Truth is I kind of lost myself at the bottom and ended up skiing the last part trusting only my intuition. Ever since the first time I heard this song, that particular part makes me feel free and in the moment. I get goosebumps and feel an urge to cry, scream, sing, run - be alive. This is exactly what I feel like when I ski intuitively.

So whether it‘s the song that made me ski that way or it just so happened to align, I don‘t care! The nice part is that it happened.

Thank you to family and friends for supporting, you‘re truly the best :)

[•] @domdaher @jeremy_bernard_photography @freerideworldtour

I never actually hear the music I listen to while riding as soon as I pass the start gate, but I do remember putting this one on just before the countdown started. Seeing where I stop the music in the livestream and knowing how much of the song there was left, I’m pretty confident that at least for the second slide, the music correlates quite well with how it played in real time.

Truth is I kind of lost myself at the bottom and ended up skiing the last part trusting only my intuition. Ever since the first time I heard this song, that particular part makes me feel free and in the moment. I get goosebumps and feel an urge to cry, scream, sing, run - be alive. This is exactly what I feel like when I ski intuitively.

So whether it‘s the song that made me ski that way or it just so happened to align, I don‘t care! The nice part is that it happened.

Thank you to family and friends for supporting, you‘re truly the best :)

[•] @domdaher @jeremy_bernard_photography @freerideworldtour

sin^2 (x) + cos^2 (x) = 1

[•] @lucabont

„Tiemo regarde le ciel, toi t‘aimes le ciel“ - berni

Thank you NZ🤍

Ps: pictures are not in order of importance and there are way too many even though I tried very hard to make a good selection

„Tiemo regarde le ciel, toi t‘aimes le ciel“ - berni

Thank you NZ🤍

Ps: pictures are not in order of importance and there are way too many even though I tried very hard to make a good selection

„Tiemo regarde le ciel, toi t‘aimes le ciel“ - berni

Thank you NZ🤍

Ps: pictures are not in order of importance and there are way too many even though I tried very hard to make a good selection

„Tiemo regarde le ciel, toi t‘aimes le ciel“ - berni

Thank you NZ🤍

Ps: pictures are not in order of importance and there are way too many even though I tried very hard to make a good selection

„Tiemo regarde le ciel, toi t‘aimes le ciel“ - berni

Thank you NZ🤍

Ps: pictures are not in order of importance and there are way too many even though I tried very hard to make a good selection

„Tiemo regarde le ciel, toi t‘aimes le ciel“ - berni

Thank you NZ🤍

Ps: pictures are not in order of importance and there are way too many even though I tried very hard to make a good selection

„Tiemo regarde le ciel, toi t‘aimes le ciel“ - berni

Thank you NZ🤍

Ps: pictures are not in order of importance and there are way too many even though I tried very hard to make a good selection

„Tiemo regarde le ciel, toi t‘aimes le ciel“ - berni

Thank you NZ🤍

Ps: pictures are not in order of importance and there are way too many even though I tried very hard to make a good selection

„Tiemo regarde le ciel, toi t‘aimes le ciel“ - berni

Thank you NZ🤍

Ps: pictures are not in order of importance and there are way too many even though I tried very hard to make a good selection

„Tiemo regarde le ciel, toi t‘aimes le ciel“ - berni

Thank you NZ🤍

Ps: pictures are not in order of importance and there are way too many even though I tried very hard to make a good selection

„Tiemo regarde le ciel, toi t‘aimes le ciel“ - berni

Thank you NZ🤍

Ps: pictures are not in order of importance and there are way too many even though I tried very hard to make a good selection

„Tiemo regarde le ciel, toi t‘aimes le ciel“ - berni

Thank you NZ🤍

Ps: pictures are not in order of importance and there are way too many even though I tried very hard to make a good selection

„Tiemo regarde le ciel, toi t‘aimes le ciel“ - berni

Thank you NZ🤍

Ps: pictures are not in order of importance and there are way too many even though I tried very hard to make a good selection

„Tiemo regarde le ciel, toi t‘aimes le ciel“ - berni

Thank you NZ🤍

Ps: pictures are not in order of importance and there are way too many even though I tried very hard to make a good selection

„Tiemo regarde le ciel, toi t‘aimes le ciel“ - berni

Thank you NZ🤍

Ps: pictures are not in order of importance and there are way too many even though I tried very hard to make a good selection

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