Powder days are fun, but that zipper sound that my skis make across fresh corduroy can’t be beat! Sometimes the fog even lifts, and the sun pops out to reveal giant fir trees coated in impossibly thick blankets of white snow. The sky looks a pure, deep blue from up near 10,000 ft elevation, and sometimes puffy white clouds even come out to play.
A morning of clear blue skies and and the first rays of sunlight as it peeks over the mountains to warm up ghost trees.
I love to take in the scenic views with a few fresh inches on top of the groomers and frosted white trees.
