Musing about divine skiing

For more than six weeks, snow falls have been quiet, just adding up in modest quantities, one measured precipitation at a time. This past weekend however, someone upstairs hit a switch or opened up some valve and let all that magic powder out. As we went skiing yesterday afternoon, my wife and I rediscovered the buttery ease, the forgiveness and the sheer pleasure that a generous dump of snow never fails to bring.

Should I add that more than any other parts of snow world, skiing in Park City or anywhere else in Utah, is something pretty special; aren't we after all home to “the greatest snow on earth?” It's amazing how soon we forget that magic when we ski under average conditions and how quickly we get entranced again when some great snow returns!