It’s definitely warmer here. The language has changed some, too. More Italian, probably some Romange, if I knew what Romange actually sounds like. Or how to spell it. It’s my last day with the Liberty skis crew. Once we’re done here, I hop a train to Zurich where I’ll stay up all night singing the praises of F.C. Zurich in a football bar called Big Ben, then board a plane back to L.A.

The lines are more boney here, the snow much more thin. But these mountains are big, and I look around wide-eyed at the possibilities. On my last day, only Tom and Alex venture into anything aggressive. Afterwards, we work some low angle powder and hit some small rocks on our way down to the apres bar. It’s been an awesome trip, but spring is here. It’s time to go home.