On the second day, I think it was, I climbed this twisty chute with Steve, Glen Poulsen, Kellie Okonek, Scott Fennell, and Thomas Laakso. It was firm on the ascent, but the sun was out and we were looking forward to a soft descent over Antarctic corn. Near the top, as we dug into the steeps, set snow anchors, and prepared to don skis, clouds rolled in and the softening snow glazed up again. Dropping in, I was gripped. But I had Steve, the steep-skiing vet, next to me. Sensing my anxiety, he talked me down.