Snapshot #2 Winter Park

I suffer through the bitter cold and wind of the Timberline lift to reach the summit in order to reach pristine powder and deep woods skiing. On this particular day we had 13 inches dumped overnight, and we caught the first lift up in the morning. I was running a line down the mountain, and decided to stop in a clearing to catch my breath. The area was about 10' in diameter and I was perched on top of a large boulder. A gust of wind comes through the trees and snow starts falling gracefully all around me. Once it stopped, I smiled, said a silent thank you, and continued on my way.