It gives you a special kind of feeling when all you've ridden is park for the past month and you get that burning inside to go ride some pow. Then mother nature hears your cry and gives you one foot of the lightest, fluffiest, and friendliest snow she can give you. Granted to still touch bottom every once in awhile, but it still brings back moments of greatness.

I was one of the fortunate who made it out to the chair before the weekend crowds started rolling down I-80 and it was definitely picturesque. Looking at a great park covered in a foot of snow gave the mountain plenty of different options.