From Perfect North Slopes in Lawrenceburg, Indiana. This trip I rode with:

An older couple who agreed with me, “we’re always ready. Even when we’re totally not.”

A group of three friends, including one gentleman of Japanese heritage from Oxford OH who learned to ski 10 years ago.

A kid from Dayton who liked PNS but had never been to Mad River Mountain nearer him.

An older skier turned snowboarder who was preparing for Japanuary in Hokkaido.

A millennial skier who was leaving tomorrow for Eastern Canada, road tripping to Western Canada, from there crossing the border to Seattle, then flying to Japan for 5 days of pow.

A chatty kid from greater Indy who was really excited about the progress he was making on his snowboard, really starting to feel and control his edges. He asked how long I’d been skiing. My answer impressed him.

A dad scolding his two kids to stop trying to read his phone when he got a text.

A FedEx pilot who had functionally been on break for a half year, first for an arm injury, then for a pause in MD-11 flights in the wake of the UPS jet crash.