Upon graduating from college I was faced with the decision to either embark on an epic ski bumming adventure or land a 'real' job, by my parents’ definition, working in the field area of my bachelor's degree. For the past 2 years I have been working as a laboratory technician for Massachusetts General Hospital administering genetic testing for patients who have either been diagnosed with a genetic condition or are searching for more information about their genetic make-up. Now don’t get me wrong, the work that I do is at the forefront of medicine and is inherently rewarding in that my findings help diagnose and treat patients with life-altering conditions. However, I have come to learn that all jobs have their setbacks and sometimes we all just need a little rescuing, even if just for a long weekend! I often escape to la-la land where I ski down the face of high peaks bottoming out my run in the trees, taking endless powder shots to the face. Whether it’s making top to bottom runs with my Dad, racing on a bullet-proof course, or coaching tomorrow’s skiers, skiing rescues me from the trials and tribulations of the 40 hour work week.