Primordial Good Fortune

I didn’t realize it at that moment, but such an extraordinary experience had indeed become ordinary—not ordinary in a ho-hum or yawning kind of way, just, like, yeah. Photo: Pete Vordenberg

It was a day that was already ordinary in the best way. The skiing had been very good.  We skied a narrow shot dubbed Room for Two. Snow was good. Line was fun. Stoke was high. Sun was out. Life was good. We skied an exit, which, if you were an inbounds skier, would have been the most fun run of the day…

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