Last winter Phil and I were skiing with Barb and Dick in some sweet snow conditions (=lotsa powder) at Bridger which they were positively ripping after the Snowbird ESA. Dick especially had a breakthrough and was skiing like Mr. Smooth down some fairly aggressive lines. Barb and I rode the chair together, Dick and Phil chattering nonstop on the one ahead (how the men like to talk!), and as we passed over "Flippers" under the lift, the snow looked so incredibly fluffy and deep, pocked with tiny airholes like foam, that I had to say so. Barb said, "Let's ski it." "Are you sure?" It's a double black diamond with a pretty intimidating rock band and OHP (overhead pressure from the chairlift). She said, 'YES!"
So we did. At one point she somehow got into a plie position, but she got herself unwound without falling and skied to the bottom of the the run beautifully.
I think Dick was pretty ticked off at me, but Barbara's satisfaction was worth any of the hard feelings.
I will always remember how lovely she looked coming down Flippers in deep powder. I believe it was her highest moment as a skier. What a run she had.