It has been 4 days since I arrived to Salt Lake City and I must report that I have been a good boy: I ate vegetables every day, didn’t watch television, went to bed no later then 10 and visited dirty web sites only twice (sorry mom). Apparently the Gods of Powder have noticed my utter righteousness and today I have been rewarded with a foot of fresh powder (Machiek, if you are reading it, do envy me). Skiing in the waste deep, fresh, fluffy snow is the ultimate skier’s high. It feels like an orgasm, snorting coke, winning the lottery and learning that your mother-in-law has moved to New Zealand, all in the same time. And the feeling gets extended with each and every turn.
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