The news reports kept showing the snow coming down in record fashion. It may have taken all winter to arrive, but with the Arizona Snowbowl getting over three feet of snow in the span of a week in March, I was itching like crazy to get back up on the mountain for a day of snow skiing.
 Epic is a word I use to usually make fun of something that is anything but epic, yet it is the word that most accurately describes my day on the slopes. Deep, fresh powder covering the terrain, a light snow fall coming down, and perfect temperatures to enjoy shredding my sticks.
 I finally was able to experience the true Snowbowl outside of Flagstaff, Arizona, and to see firsthand what people have been talking about when they say that this State does have great skiing.

It was heaven.

Wench, bring my ale, what say you?

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