I found myself surrounded by a 360 degree view of stunning mountains rolling into seemingly endless pastureland.
Before me was an open powder field of untouched snow, save one lone skier snowshoeing fresh tracks, as he cut a line through the knee-deep powder.
The rope tow was closed; I looked down at the pisted run, and back up at the untracked snow, picked up my snowboard and followed his deep footprints for my first Uzbek freeride descent.
