After flying over the beautiful snowy white mountains, I landed into Bozeman airport. The smell of Montana’s pine trees filled the crisp air. I truly got a taste of the temperature when I was alongside the Gallatin River, watching pieces of ice floating down. The outside temperature was -5°F and I immediately felt the chill hit my face. It had just snowed once I arrived to the cottage I was staying in, leaving a blanket of fresh powder over the mountain. The sun was setting and I was to wait until the following day to snowboard. I then unpack all of my things, settle, and prepare my gear for the morning.
It is approximately 7:30 a.m. when I wake up and get out of bed. I open the blinds to find my window snowed in half way. The stoke sinks in and I could not wait to get on the mountain. I loaded up my backpack with all my camera gear, strapped on my boots and grabbed my board. I walked outside and listened to the snow crunching underneath my feet. I took deep breaths, inhaling the brisk cold air. I dropped my board down and clicked my bindings onto my boots. I rode down the mountain to the bottom of the lift and took the long ride up to the top. At an elevation of 10,000 feet, the scenery was absolutely stunning. Mountains completely covered in white surrounded me in every direction, accompanied by a blue bird sky. We started heading down the mountain and went to the front of the glades. There was no better view than seeing a mountain of untouched powder tree runs. I made the first drop and was flying through the snowy forest, spraying up clouds of snow and dodging trees. Flying through the powder felt as if I was floating on a cloud. Once we got to the bottom, we immediately returned to the top and repeated. Every now and then I stopped to snap some pictures and videos through each run. The beauty and tranquility of Yellowstone will not be forgotten and I am counting down the days until we meet again.