After 18 years of snowboarding, Jennifer Ennion has learned a thing or two about holding her own in a male-dominated environment—but she’s looking forward to seeing more stereotype-smashing women on the slopes.

It’s a powder day. Around 70 centimeters of fresh snow have fallen and the glow of the street lamps outside my room reveals the flakes are still coming. This is the Austria I’ve been dreaming of; the Austria I know from a visit half a decade before.

I get my gear ready—helmet, low-light goggles, energy snack, GoPro—and race down to breakfast in purple thermals. My enthusiasm is palpable when I meet up with the all-male crew I’m riding with in the lobby of Hotel Schwarzer Adler an hour later. They’re mostly dressed in muted blacks and blues, and I’m thankful my hot-pink pants are buried in my winter wardrobe back in Australia. My navy and mustard get-up is subdued. I’ll blend in, I think to myself.

But my outfit is the least of my concerns. I’m hunkering down with a group of male skiers in the Arlberg for a week and fear has crept into my mind. “What if they all want to jump off lips of snow?” I’d ask my husband amid nervous giggles before my Sydney departure. “What if they want to throw themselves down narrow chutes and I’m left on a precipice quaking in my snowboard boots? What if they all swear under their breath every time I let out a squeal of excitement?”