It was time. The snow fell. It was light and deep and made
me more excited to wake up early and get a move on than anything else could.
Better yet, it was a family powder day. Better even yet, new terrain was
opening, increasing the chances of some snorkel skiing. After getting to the
gondi and hour early, we pressed the glass with only ten people in front of us.
It was primed to be prime.
Getting to the top, I would say that it was indeed all that
I cracked it up to be. Two years without powder skiing disappeared before I even got
to the first lift. Powder does amazing things to you. It makes you howl in
delight – scream yeehaw at the top of your lungs, not bothering to care who
hears it. It floats you down the hill, allowing the perfect amount of float,
braking, and padding to convince you to ignore your aching legs.
It just makes everything plain old fun. Can’t wait for
another taste. YEEHAW!!!!!!!
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