Yesterday might have been the single best day of skiing of my short life. It took until halfway through my fourth season, but this is why one goes to the trouble of coming to Utah.
I had my camera with me, but didn't catch much that was usable. My ski buddy Mitch, with his phone, caught this one of your humble scribe floating through waste-deep powder:
I'll remind the reader that I'm not an especially tall man, but I'm not as short as I look here.
Given that there's not all that much news (Tiger and TaylorMade, Tiger and Day/DJ, there, I've covered everything), and my cousin is visiting, I'm going to focus on hosting and skiing.
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