It's just that I was fresh off of a week of heli-skiing in British Columbia. Indeed, I skied lighter powder than I had ever seen, ripped more untracked lines in a day than ever before, and made more turns than I had strength for. It was the dream skiing that I'd read about, heard tall tales about, but had never experienced myself. As I headed home to Vermont, I was exhausted and speechless. Even with an ecstasy hangover, my body hummed instinctively when I heard news of the impending storm.
Local powder is different than powder anywhere else.
A big dump on your home turf is a community event. For some, it is just the hassle of digging out. For others, it is inspiration to plunge into the white stuff in every kind of vehicle, from sleds and inner tubes to skis and snowboards. You are joined in your snow passions by legions of neighbors, friends, and family. Powder days become as enjoyable in the retelling as in the original turns.