Describe your most memorable ski moment or moments. Not necessarily a trip or a day, but distill it down to an actual moment that sticks in your memory like a postcard. When someone asks you, "why do you enjoy skiing so much?," this is one of the loops that plays through your mind.
My moment was about a month ago at Crystal Mountain, and it was the first time I skied powder. I was demoing Line Prophet 98s because there was about 8 inches of new snow on the ground, and I had been struggling throughout the morning due to the psychological barrier I had created regarding deep snow. Most of the problem stemmed from my fear of letting the skis ski themselves: I kept trying to turn like I did on groomers. We made a run down Sluiceway onto Kelly's Gap road, and traversed across to an area without any tracks. I decided to run a bit faster and wider in the turns, and became aware of a sound like the "F" at the beginning of the word "free." I then realized that I could not feel and vibration or bumps through the skis. I was floating on top of the snow. It was smooth, like the last time I went up in a helicopter. I am still unable to convey this feeling to my wife, who is just learning to ski. She can tell, though, that I am a junky.