On the second day of this trip, I was with Martin and Tommy. We were supposed to ride the same U-shaped valley as the day before, but it was all tracked out. We circled around the peak and flew to Tomahawk, a huge mountain with a face full of snow and big crevasses across the foot where the snow meets the glacier. I would get a nice view of a turn or two from the hillside, but it wasn’t possible to see the mountain, which was really beautiful. I decided to stay in the helicopter; the pilot and guide removed the door, and we hung out of it commando style.
Tommy went first and Martin second. These were the best rides of the whole trip — no others would be so impressive.