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By Chris O’Toole

I like to live on the edge. I thrive on the rush and crave the thrills. But, in the past, my wild side always met the unbreakable chains of injury and danger. The danger I live for is the possibility of a cliff jump gone slightly awry, not freezing to death in the windy night of a blizzard. So, being the thrill hound that I am, I decided to perfect my danger.

I purchased GPS tracker and the worry of death by frostbite melted away. Believe me when I say that Big Mountain was hit with powder that day like it never had been in a long, long time. Forget 2-3 inches, my buddy and I easily faced 3-5 feet of fresh snow. Even better, we did not see a single ski track all day. This was not luck. Rather, my friend and I were far more than novice on the slopes and so, as usual, we headed into uncharted territory for our daily dose of danger.

Usually, we would call it a day long before either of us had our adrenaline fix, with abundant mounds of crystalline perfection remaining untouched. However, this time, Mary waited in the cabin with a secure lock on the GPS locators on our backpacks. As we blasted through feet of snow and buried ourselves in white wakes of glory, she read her mystery novel with cocoa and kept an occasional eye on our way points.

With GPS tracking, everyone wins. Before GPS, we faced difficulties from multiple fronts. Mary hates skiing but usually obliges so that she can keep us alive. We then had to miss out on the next day of hill bombing to spend time with her in the cabin as she made a sacrifice for us the day before. Such are the rules of compromise, and none of us were content. But, those boring days in the lodge are far behind us now. GPS eliminates the worry and maximizes enjoyment. If you like to have fun on or off the ski slopes, its an obvious need.