Every skier can remember magic moments that capture the beauty of our sport.
For me, so many of those moments have occurred in northern Michigan in the area around Traverse City. Through most of the winter, the snow usually is deep, the trails plentiful. One such moment came on a chilly February evening several years ago. After a day's skiing and a stop for burgers, my wife Rose and I began the drive back to Schuss Mountain, the resort where we were staying. Driving north along Grand Traverse Bay, we became aware of a ghostly luminescence in the sky.