Ski Diva Extraordinaire
I think some people call it powder, but I hate it. We are in the Cascades, though. It's like, a foot of fresh, and only about 34 degrees. I just can't do it without feeling like I'm going to blow out my knees. It sets be back to slow, slow, one turn at a time. One run, and done. Not sure if it's fear from a fall I had in this once, but no way.