I went skiing on a weekday, so there was next to no one there. Knee deep power. Decent visiblity. A run we nicknamed "permanently closed for avalanche control" was open. And I got to the back bowl of the summit (which has orgasmically deep powder when you hike the ridge) just as the patrolswere dropping the ropes.
*sigh* another epic day skiing. DAMN I love this season 
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What you've done becomes the judge of what you're going to do -- especially in other people's minds. When you're traveling, you are what you are right there and then. People don't have your past to hold against you. No yesterdays on the road.
William Least Heat Moon, Blue Highways
Your toughest competitor lives in your head. Some days his name is fear, or pain, or gravity. Stomp his ass.
HOOKED ON THE WHITE POWDER
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