There's not much gnar at Deer Valley, but one face, called Daly Bowl, beckoned me over. It's legitimate double-diamond terrain, and it looked sexy as I scouted a line from the lift, so I decided to give it a shot.
I had an ugly run, just pure survival skiing. I succumbed utterly to my fear. I couldn't find any flow at all.
So what did I do about that?
I accepted it. I dropped back down to easier terrain. I want to be someone who effortlessly shreds all terrain, no matter how gnarly--but I'm not. So I do my best to meet myself where I am. Today I couldn't overcome the fear. I'll try to do better tomorrow.