i left my heart in lake powell

this is what i looked like yesterday

except i wasn't going that fast

and i wasn't that good

and i wasn't wearing a yellow coat and helmet

and i didn't have awesome powder skis

and i did definitely have a bigger smile on my face.

let me tell you the story.

so i was invited to go at 7 am

to get in the line to go up the canyon.

7 am? on a saturday? no.

i didn't think the line would be that bad.

so i woke up at 8 and grabbed my stuff and left.

then i got stuck in the line

that was as long and motionless

as the great wall of china.

i sat for over an hour.

bored out of my mind.

in my car by myself.
then the line started inching forward.

and finally at 11 i parked my car.

then i jumped on peruvian and to my surprise,

there was a crowd at the top

waiting for the tunnel into mineral to open.

so of course i joined with the crowd

ten minutes later, the tunnel opened.

i rode through.

what was on the other side?

3 feet of untouched powder.

yes.

better than i've ever experienced

in my whole life.

we cheered as we floated down.

everyone there was loving it.

i got 3 good runs in pure powder on mineral

before the rest of the people

on the mountain figured out what was back there.

then i waited in line to get up the lift for half an hour.

and then i skied down chips.

in the best snow i've ever seen on chips.

then finally, for the last run of the day,

i joined the invitee.

the best skier i know.

and skied more powder in the amphitheater

i even went off a little bush.

because it's fun to ski with people

especially real good skiers who know

where to find all the good stuff.

and then i drove home.

and now i'm sore.

it was a wonderful day, 

most definitely worth the waiting in lines.

best powder i've ever experienced.

and i want more.

but i also have to make things clear.

that even during my most wonderful ski day,

i was missing lake powell.

powell will always be my number 1.