My wife and siblings would certainly say I'm a 10, I think. My father says I "light up" when I talk about skiing.
I started skiing at age 5 in frigid Northern Ontario winters - and I skied every weekend there was snow. And because there was a hill about a mile's walk through a dense and snowy forest and across a beaver pond, I spent many hours skiing after school or after supper. And how many times did I ski there 'unauthorized' under the moon after they'd closed for the night?! Sweet memories...
I ski Whistler now, but really believe it isn't where you ski that's important. Small hills can teach you some things faster than mountains. Big mountains and famous names don't have a monopoly on the spirit of skiing, after all.
Most of my life I skied alone, and that was how I liked it. But now I ski with my sister and sometimes with my wife - so much more fun. A great thing got even greater!
I'll ski in any conditions so long as there is at least a ski's length of snow or ice somewhere on an inclined surface.
Last day, last season: June 5th, 2005
First day, this season: Nov. 6th, 2005