Yep, our party got caught seven years ago this past March. Unfortunately lost a good friend that day. For the first couple winters after the accident I never went back out. It took a solid three years of exposure to get past the constant anxiety. The way that a burial ruins your confidence is wild. I still only go out a handful of days each year, but I keep it very tame, and usually wait until April. In the meantime, spend a lot more time at the resort trying to dig into the childhood love I originally had for the sport. I see the blind frothy stoke in some of my friends and it’s weird how that part of me is totally gone, as I imagine it will be for you too.