Erin’s ski tracks, and I have no choice but to follow them blindly, as fast as I can, hoping that if she didn’t mess up or wipe out, I won’t either.
There is a long straight stretch coming up and I give myself a push with my poles and hunch down, making my body more aerodynamic. I feel the wind in my face, and then I thump into a mini mogul, invisible in the dim light. I feel air for a moment beneath my skis, and then I slam back down, all my weight on my bad knee in a way that makes me catch my breath. I ought to slow down, recover my balance, but before I can do so a tree branch comes out of nowhere, whipping me across the face so that I cry out.
I go into an instant, reflexive snowplow, the snow shushing beneath my skis, my heart thumping, and grind to a halt.
That was very close. If I hadn’t been wearing goggles, that branch could have blinded me. As it is, it has opened the cut on my cheek again. I feel a ticklish trickle of hot blood run down my chin.
I cannot afford to stop though. I just have to be more careful. I push myself off again, peering into the darkness. I must be catching up. I must be.
Then, just a hundred meters further on, I hear it—the hissing sound of skis on snow. Someone up ahead is whisking around a tight turn, throwing up snow with the backs of their skis.
My pulse quickens, and I race to catch up.
ERIN
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It is very dark now, at the bottom of the gully. The rocky walls rise up so high that no moonlight makes it down, and there are tall pines leaning over the top, their canopy blocking out the sky. But I don’t dare slow down.
This is the part of the run I remember the best. The part just before it shoots you out into the village. I must be almost there. Here is the long sliding turn that takes you up the side of the couloir, between two scraggly little saplings. I shoot up between them, trying to ignore the scream of my ankle, and the trembling thumps of my heart, flooded with more adrenaline than it knows how to cope with.
Then a swerve to the right.
And then—oh fuck.
I’m almost on it before I remember. What looks like a sheer rock wall, and a breakneck left turn, at a point in the path so narrow it’s virtually impossible to slow yourself down.
Its blackness looms out of the dark, and I fling myself into a desperate sideways slide, my skis throwing up a glittering, hissing mist of crystals all around me. One ski catches on a rock and I almost lose control. My ankle is on fire with the pain, but I can’t stop the frantic attempt to brake—if I hit the turn at this speed I won’t just wipe out; without a helmet I will be dead.
I’m turning, I’m turning, my skis almost perpendicular to the slope—and then I’m round, and almost immediately I hit a tree root, my ankle gives way, and this time I do wipe out, in a tumbling flurry of skis and snow.
I have to get up. Liz is very near now. I can hear the hiss of her skis coming closer, the sound growing louder, funneled by the couloir. I have to get up. Only, when I try to push myself to standing, I can’t do it. My ankle won’t bear my weight. I try—and my knee goes out from under me. I try again, sobbing this time, no longer caring about the noise I’m making, and collapse into the snow, weeping and swearing.
She is almost here. She is coming, she is coming fast.
LIZ
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I am very close to Erin now—and then I hear it. A cry from up ahead, and a clatter of skis. Yes. She has fallen!
I feel a surge of triumph, and it quickens my pace. This is going to be okay. I am going to catch her up! I don’t think about what will happen when I do. Time for that later.
I crouch down again, I feel the wind in my face. This is it. I can do this.
I thump over a hummock, and I feel that same sense of exhilaration I did when I skied the black run, only this is even better. I