The snow seemed to diminish the further I drove up Little Cottonwood Canyon. The flutter was completely gone as I pulled into the parking lot. I saw a few friends and decided to take the first turns with them.

The first turn was pretty good. The snow was nice, fluffy and a bit deep. As my turns progressed so did that flutter in my stomach, as the turns increasingly got funner and funner. With a smile on my face, I knew today was going to be a really good day.

Four hours latter, thighs burning and not able to make another turn, I decided to call it a day. I headed for the car and reminisced about the gulley on Ballroom that I had the pleasure of making the first turns in. And yes, there were face shots. The flutters in my stomach over came me during the day and turned into little giggles. As my dad would say, “Wipe that silly grin of your face!” Or his way of saying, it's just too much fun and too good for any other words. But the big fat silly grin on your face says it all.