“Dear lord I am going to Die!” The thought was screaming at me inside my head. It had been nearly a decade since I snowboarded. I had mistakenly thought it had only been five. Ha ‘Who was I kidding?’ I was looking at a view of titan sized mountains, the peaks of which were lost to us mere mortals in the clouds of the heavens, each one seemed to be fight each other as they climbed their way into space. Below, it was sprinkled with warm romantic Austrian chalets. Any of which I would much rather be in, warming my feet by a large, cavernous fireplace sipping Gluhwein (Mulled wine) and relaxing. Anywhere but here, teetering on the edge of life and death; looking down on my impending doom, prepared to flail my tiny fragile body in the direction of Innsbruck, Austria.