mogul fields like fjords
Skiing is at its most enchanting, in my opinion, when it happens in glades, well-populated with spruce, and generously filled out with bumps. Making buoyant turns around trees — their soft outer branches defining your line, then brushing you comfortingly as you pass — is the best way to spend time in the snow. And obviously, when that snow is dry powder, wafting up from your skis in gentle bursts, even better. I live for that feeling. But I never dream about skiing glades. [more]