If I were to pick the best ski weekend I’d ever had, it would be this one.

Saturday was a 14" spring powder day. Snow was dense enough to stick to EVERYTHING, putting the mountain completely in play. The trees were off-the-charts. I remember hooting and hollering through the Stairs multiple times for first tracks. Then it was an assault on the off-piste and off-the-map. I met up with a fellow named Jake who skied with me a bit. I showed him the easy stuff to find before losing him…

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