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Later, on Snowmass Mountain, we soared for several petrifying minutes down the practically vertical,double-black-diamond trail that I’d inadvertently steered us to …off the more apt, blue-square intermediate route.

“Yes!” Jacob shouted, as he came to an impressive parallel stop. “We’re alive!” He thrust a clenched fist into the air, exhilarated by his newfound ability.

“For now,” I said tentatively.We were at a fork that would allow us to veer onto a single-black-diamond slope, which I prayed would lead us to a beginner’s green circle!

“Now is all that matters,” he whispered to himself invincibly, propelling his skis toward the white abyss. “Don’t worry. Just…I don’t know…try to think like a dog or something,” he said to me.

Okay…now! I gathered my wits, and plunged.

“But later,” he called back. “Can we adopt one of those old dogs?”

Maybe, I thought.

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This article first appeared in The Bark,
Issue 57: Nov/Dec 2009
Gregory Edmont is a screenwriter and the author of Spotted in France, which chronicled his journeys with his Vespa-riding Dalmatian, and its upcoming literary sequel, Château Stray.

Photo: Christine Newman

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