Andreas Hofer discovers that heli-skiing is not always a luxury item. Mellow glacier pillows, and jaw-like cliffs, which you take almost in free-fall, narrow gullies and free-flowing slush, menacing crevasses and endless powder drifts, with snow up to your chin. No streets, no houses,no human beings for miles and miles as far as you can see. And youdance down the glittering white, effortlessly, eternally, addicted foreverto the mountains ‘growing out of the Ocean’ beneath you…Continue Reading