I learned to ski living in Utah.
This is back before I let fear rule.
Before I became terrified of heights.
Honestly, I don't know if I could ski anymore.
I haven't been since I was in my early 20's. I would love to try again, but that FEAR of getting hurt or worse takes over, and I haven't gone again.
But once upon a time, I would fly down the mountains of several different resorts.
I would go to Park City with my parents.
If I went with my friends it was either Snowbird
or Alta,
because the ski bus ran to there
. No matter where we went, it was always pristine, fresh powder.
It spoiled me for skiing anywhere else.
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