Ten or so inches had fallen at that time, and another eight stacked up over the course of the day. Roughly 11 hours after slinging characters on Twitter, I can report the skiing was indeed top-notch. Powder days are rare birds, in my experience, and this was among the rarest.
For non-skiers among you slicers and readers, imagine dancing lightly through soft, white space in a way that feels simultaneously slow and thrillingly fast. Or picture a three-dimensional maze where all paths lead somewhere good. Today felt like that for me.