There’s something about blasting through freshly fallen powder when it’s only a few minutes old. It is so light, so dry and unsettled. These are the days when you get a facefull of it with every turn. The occasional gasp for air and brief glimpse of the terrain ahead keeps you flowing down the mountain and the powder-caked smiles at the bottom are ear to ear. Here’s to huge powder plumes and free refills!

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