This is the right thread! I have never had a bad day skiing. And that even includes waiting in line at some tiny mid-atlantic resort w/ people talking on their cell phones blowing smoke in my face while standing on my skis, eating lousy food in long lines, blah blah blah, I don't care, I love it! Any time I'm on skis I'm just grateful to be alive -- I'm working on extending that attitude to the rest of my life.
Yea, the sound of everything and the way the snow amplifies and dampens everything at the same time.
Some funky little off fall-line line under a little used lift where the bumps are soft and smooth.
Getting far into a long traverse through trees, getting a little lost and a little worried, and then poping out into a sweet little chute.
Realizing that you started to straightline too soon, but somehow keeping it together.
Sharing a lift ride w/ a complete stranger and having a real conversation.
Sharing a lift ride w/ your best friend and not having to say anything at all.
Suddenly everything comes together and you're able to snap off perfect little fall-line turns.
Days after a storm, coming across a little piece of in-bounds terrain just as ski patrol is removing the ropes. Maybe its just fifty feet of untracked snow, but no one else seems to have noticed and you return to ski it again and again.
Sitting on the back of the car with the rear hatch open taking your boots off.
Driving home slowly down the canyon...