It’s not very often I get to host a book giveaway for someone I know! OK, this is actually the first time, and I couldn’t be more excited. Steph Jagger has been a part of KOM for years and I am thrilled to be able to call her a friend. She’s one of those great things that came from the internet, and will be back with me tomorrow to have a chat about the book, her muse and so much more goodness!
Steph’s book chronicles her year long journey to ski over 4 million vertical miles, but that’s just the start of her journey. One of my favorite excerpts is below, and Steph is giving away a copy to 1 lucky KOM reader! You know what to do – leave us a comment below with your email address, and the winner will be contacted on Feb 17th. You’re gonna love this book!
I felt as though I was shedding layers of myself. There had been some sort of cumulative buildup, like I’d been rolling coats of paint over myself for months without even knowing it, and now they were peeling right off.
All of the months of anxious preparation. All of the travel, haul- ing my bags through multiple airports and multiple time zones. All the speed of these last two months, and all of those freezing cold days on the hill. They all peeled away and left me open and relaxed.
At some point in the conversation, I stuck my hand out the window and felt a warm breeze. I could feel the thick air as it lin- gered on my fingers and hand, before it moved up my right arm and came rushing into the car. It was early September, and in that moment, I could actually feel the South American winter starting to slip into spring. It made me want to slow everything down. I had been so fixated on the speed of this trip, the tearing, scream- ing, and flying down mountains. I wanted to pause, albeit briefly.
I should slow down.
I turned to Chris and asked if he wanted to pull over, maybe go for a walk somewhere. We had a little bit left in the drive, but our flight didn’t leave until early the next morning. Our plan had been to find a cheap, and therefore quite putrid, hotel by the airport. It was a stunning day. I was in no rush to get to said putrid hotel.
“I know the perfect place,” Chris said calmly.
I wasn’t sure how he knew “the perfect place,” considering we were in the-middle-of-nowhere Argentina, but I went with it.
“Great,” I said with a nod. “Whatever’s easy.”
About twenty minutes later, Chris pulled off the main road and started down a wide gravel path that ran briefly along the highway before veering left onto what seemed like a private road on the outside edge of a property. I saw a basic wire fence marking what looked like an old farm, and eventually we came upon a small gate. Chris got out of the car and lifted a thin wire loop that had been pulled over a wooden post. It seemed clear that he’d been here before, but it was also possible that he was just a really experienced trespasser. I watched as he swung the gate open. The whole area seemed deserted. Suddenly I felt nervous. I scanned my red flag system, and I picked up on a small flash of panic.
Do I really know this guy? Where are we exactly? Is this a smart idea, veering off the road with a man I barely know just because he said he “ knows the perfect place”? What the fuck? What do I do?
Chris got back in the car. “We’re almost there,” he said, an un- characteristically wide smile plastered across his face. I thought I was going to be sick.
Oh my god. Can I run? Where should I go? Are my wallet and passport close by?
I sat frozen in my seat but prepared myself to bolt. I watched as the narrow road opened up. Shortly after, Chris parked the car.
“We’re here!” he announced.
I got out of the car, my mouth open in awe.
Excerpted from the book UNBOUND: A Story of Snow and Self-Discovery by Steph Jagger. Copyright © 2017 by Steph Jagger. Reprinted with permission of Harper Wave, an imprint of HarperCollins Publishers. New York, NY. All rights reserved.