Wednesday at SES 2008. It dumped almost a foot overnight, and a group of us were at rope drop on Gunners View at Snowmass. I remember surfing through the powder on the side of the trees, and all you could hear was a chorus of "Woohoo!" in front, behind, and off to both sides. Just one of those moments of pure, good-to-be-alive joy.
Whitefish, Jan 2008 - it snowed solidly for almost two days before the Monday morning came up bluebird. The snow at the top of Big Ravine was thigh deep and untracked. I remember poor Kathy behind me, stuck on a raceboard in pow, wailing "I don't know how to ride in this!!!" "Just point downhill and stay on your feet ..."
Kicking Horse Resort, Jan 2006. Riding up the Stairway to Heaven lift and breaking through the cloud to a perfect blue sky day in the alpine, with the air full of swirling and shimmering ice crystals. At the top of the lift you could look down and see snow covered peaks slicing through the cloud cover. Unbelievably beautiful.
Silence is golden. Duct tape is silver.