There are times in life when I feel like I’m in a movie. Like I’m not starring in it, but rather I’m a part of it, living in it. When everything is so abstract and amazing, it’s hard to believe it’s really happening. I had this weird feeling among the peaks of the Karakoram, or when we were drinking in a pub in Gringo Square with some really cool guys from Jackson Hole, talking late night about skiing. I feel that way now too.