Sheregesh, Russia... After two weeks of straight travel we arrive in Sheregesh, Russia where it has snowed four feet over the past week. By morning, an additional six inches of snow had fallen and the sunrise marked my twenty-fifth birthday. A small Asian man in a taxi van picked us up at our “hotel”. His gold covered teeth were complimented by his high-energy personality. He screams “America!!” at the top of his lungs a dozen times as we pack our nine pairs of skis into the small vehicle. The single lane road leading to the mountain is grid locked...