Champ from snowserve just posted a report on his Mont Blanc trip. It got me yearning:
Snow-Fever (after John Masefield)
I must go up to the snows again, to the lonely snow up high,
And all I ask is a tall stick and a line to steer her by;
And the heel's kick and the powder's swish and the white lines making,
And an empty piste on the mountain's face, and a blue sky waking.