I know how hard it is not to bomb straight down the hill when there’s 3″ of fresh powder on top of the runs that were groomed last night….

Instead of following that instinct this morning,  I took a detour to take in some of the views off the back side of the summit. This is what you would have seen if you caught first chair on the Blue Bird and resisted the urge to zip down that soft, velvety corduroy in lieu of the view.

(In case you were wondering, conditions were still delightful a few minutes later.   — April)