The last day of skiing.

The final countdown.

The loud conversation that I had been having with my right shoulder had dissipated to a mere whisper.

It was all good.

Ready to rock and roll down the slopes once again.

My man for the day was The Seamless Ski Guide. Keeping us company were The Surrey Stockbroker and Nordie One.

I have had many ski days over the years.

Human memory being what it is, there are only a small number that remain memorable.

One such day was in the Austrian town of St. Johann a few seasons back, when I was again paired with The Seamless Ski Guide.

I had recently switched to a different method of skiing following a collision. For many years I used my tunnel vision to follow my guide down a slope.

For this particular week in St. Johann, I wanted to ski in front of my guide, with just minimal assistance from him, so that I could make more decisions for myself as I floated my way down the piste.

Such a method of skiing involves a sighted ski guide having to ‘let go’ of the reins and only intervene when necessary.

This is not an easy thing for a sighted ski guide to do. Safety is the number one priority on the slopes and so for a sighted guide to allow his vision impaired charge down a slope in front of him with just a small amount of instruction requires a large degrees of trust and skill.

Cometh the hour, cometh The Seamless Ski Guide.

We had a great day skiing together in St. Johann. It was as good as it gets. My Good Self skied in front for the vast majority of the day. When he felt it necessary to do so, The Seamless Ski Guide would overtake in order to lead me through a busy or difficult stretch, before allowing me back in front again.

It was two people working as one.

The way it should be.