This article is from Guest Author Cory McMullen Trip Report from February 2026 When I got to the Alps, the snow was old and hard. Rocks poked through patchworks of white, rounded and reduced by the sun. The snow had a gleam and texture to it that was not inviting to someone who spent years staring at snow, trying to discern its character. This was not how an epic ski trip to Europe was supposed to start. This was not the dream I quit my comforta…
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