There is a buzz in the air as we try to get close to first chair – off the lift, we blast to a secret stash and hope that others don’t find our treasure trove. Let’s take the lift run this time. We can do all of those little side hits above the second cat track on the way down. Meet you at Chair 9. We move around fluidly and the hours tick by. Pocket snacks on the lift or quick stops in the lodge to de-fog are our breaks. Lot life awaits as the last chair spins. Together, we are individuals.
