Believe it or not, my first time was at Mtn. High. I was taking a lesson, and the instructor took me there, even though at the time, tree skiing wasn't allowed there!
Backside of Kratka Ridge (Snowcrest) is probably the best.
My tree skiing started only last year (if you don't count 25 years ago at Vail bowls).
I was with my 9 year old, boarding son on a cold day at Mt.Snow Vt. The wind was strong on the north face, and every time my son had to buckle up, the ground drift gave him a real blasting.
I suggested we dip into "The Trials", a wooded "glade". (What estern skiers call glades, the western skier calls underbrush)
His first reaction was no, "I will meet you at the lift". But after waiting for five minutes and seeing the smile on my face, he agreed to go in for the second run.
The snow, the quiet, and no wind captured us both!. We were/are hooked We must have made twenty trips through the trees that day. We even skipped lunch. I love the way a tree run takes longer and is more than the same vert. on trail.
The best for me lately Vail last year, just a little out of bounds. 'Breaking at the waist.
I consider skis that turned on short notice a good thing!
The first? I don't remember but the best is easy...Steamboat baby..."Land of the Lil People" just off to the right side of "Rolex". Very tight trees. I NEVER see skiers in there though...just boarders!!
First: Powder King, B.C. (Canada)
Best: same, not extremely steep but often excellent powder and nice glades, and trees. A little known and out of the way hill, but featured in Ski magazine in the fall of 2000 (in the Buyers Guide edition).
<FONT COLOR="#800080" SIZE="1">[ April 04, 2002 01:10 PM: Message edited 1 time, by Kenski ]</font>
First trees: Mt. Spokane. My friends and I loved the trees.
Best trees: the Selkirks/Monashees, Steamboat.
Weirdest thing I ever encountered skiing trees was a week ago. To my surprise, I saw a head sticking out of the snow just a couple of feet from my line, just as I was passing. I pulled to a stop and saw a little farther away a group of kids lounging around with their skis off, laughing uproariously at my reaction at seeing their friend who was buried up to the neck.
Probably wouldn't have been so funny if I'd skidded the turn.