I stab the snow with my poles and laugh aloud, an angry burst of breath crystallizing in the night air.Ī girl in a pale blue jacket and rented skis zooms past me without pausing long enough to take in the view or assess the danger. In other words, a glorified hill, but it will have to do. Unfortunately, all I’ve got is Freefall, a steep vertical wall covered in ice and snow on the sheer north face of Moose Mountain at Lutsen resort. I need to push myself until the only pain I have is in my body. This is a story about a girl who found the courage to jump, to fly, and-for a brief, precious time-to be free.Īsk any ski jumper and they’ll tell you that’s another truth that never airs on ESPN.įor better. So no, this isn’t a story about a girl who found the courage to come out as gay. Against the rush of the wind, despite the hard ground beneath us, we jump. We jump for those four, five, six seconds of airtime. And the biggest jump of all.Īsk any ski jumper and they’ll tell you a truth that never airs on ESPN. This is not a story about a girl who found the courage to come out as gay.
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