At the top of one of the lifts at Heavenly, there was a sign with an arrow for California to the left and Nevada to the right. Nevada looked like a brown dust bowl. California shone bright and blue, with Lake Tahoe sparkling in the sun. I’m sure the first pioneers who saw this view went west. Bryan and I savored the panorama as we whipped down groomed trails lightly frosted with powder. We got so over-confident that we tried to tackle a double-black-diamond trail near the bottom of the mountain. That was a total mistake. The moguls had frozen over and were re-melting in the afternoon sun. We couldn’t wait to get back to the steep, hard-pack trails again. Later that afternoon, we slid to a stop on some flats because we didn’t know the trails very well. But I guess that’s all part of the adventure of trying a new mountain.