January 4, 2007
This morning I drove the first car into the Fall Line parking lot. At 8:45, through a cloudless blue sky the sun on the snow was already sunglasses bright. I booted up while the snowplow threw plumes of sparkling whiteness 20 feet into the air, then I rode for 3 hours. Mostly on groomed runs but often on long stretches of unbroken soft snow. After a while, I discovered an un-groomed blue run thigh deep in powder. I did this run twice; had the place to myself both times and at one point spontaneously shouted with the joy of it.