Threshold Space I was ten minutes early when I pushed the door open of the ski patrol headquarters for the first time. With a small breath to calm my nerves, I kicked my ski boots against the door frame to clear them of snow and stepped more tentatively than I wanted inside. Instantly, 12 sets of eyes were on This article is for Members only
The Frankenboot I made two turns in my new (read expensive) ski boots and knew I was in trouble. The pain was immediate—it was all I could do to reach the bottom of the run.
Water, Water, Everywhere The alarm buzzed. Groggily, I rolled over and looked out the window. This article is for Members only
