Skinning in the dark is a strange feeling, my balance is off and I’m uncertain of the terrain. Slowly the sun begins to wrap its light around my part of the earth. At first its a dull glow. Nearing the top of the ridge we can see small cornices forming, the first of the season, sadly. We follow the ridge to get a better feel for the stability, cracks shoot through the snow as we walk across it. Wind tears across the ridge in a ferocious manner. Soon the sun will make its appearance, the golden hour. Confirming it’s safe for now, we drop in. Laughter ensues as mystical-pow turns cloud around us. Beautiful.