Does Every Turn Have To Be A Telemark Turn?

Instead of sleeping in that spring morning or slowly sipping a coffee and watching the sun rise from the warm comfort of my living room, I was instead perched between two towering rock walls, clinging to the icy ribbon of snow between them.Part way up, with skis on my back and ice ax in hand, I kicked aggressively in the hope my cramponed foot would plunge snugly into its surface. But luck would not have it. I made yet another in a series of uneasy steps upward, just the very points of my spikes