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We peered over the top of a perfect-looking slope — sparkling, never-skied powder snow, rolling over the shoulder of the mountain, then dropping out of sight. Dan Loutrel, my guide, stamped his skis in the snow, then dug in his poles, trying to discern any weak layers that, combined with our weight, might trigger an avalanche. He moved forwards and back, obviously weighing up a decision on whether we should go ahead and ski the slope, or retreat. The situation was, as they say in the mountainee…
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