Our family had gone skiing in Jackson Hole (one of the most difficult ski resorts in the USA). Kindra and I had decided to seek out some of the more advanced chutes there. As we headed down, we continuously took the more difficult way down until we arrived at the precipice of a series of cliffs. As I looked down this incredibly treacherous run, I could only see one 'line' that looked like it would work, and it had no room for error. I turned to Kindra and said, "I've gotta admit I'm a little scared." She replied "good. Now go."