The first time I glissaded was in the dark, in the middle of a snowstorm, as I plowed through fresh powder to get some distance from the tent and the boy inside. It was my first time snow camping and I knew nothing about what I was doing or where I was going. I had Anna Nalick’s song “Breathe (2 am)” on repeat and cold air burning my lungs and I found myself at the edge of a steep slope. Something in me needed to slide down, a mixture of fear and exhilaration, with the wind blowing back my hair and the biggest smile on my face. I knew then I’d be chasing that feeling forever.