Sometimes the bravest thing in the world was to sit through and feel the cold in your bones. It was not a matter of sliding down the mountain. No, not even a bit. And at that time, courage was not always a matter of yes and no.
Sometimes it came in metres like height and sometimes you were very brave up to a point and then beyond that point you were not so brave: your legs were shaking, adrenaline was rushing through your veins. There was not even a single doubt that not falling required not only your ability to balance your body, but also your thoughts.