In later years we had metal detectors which allowed us to dig for the past years losses still covered up in soil or under debris from pine needles - especially on the upper slopes.
But when I grew older I began to see the slopes in a different light - after I was introduced to skiing in my teens. I first learned to ski at Dodge Ridge Ski Resort in California's Sierra Nevada mountains - but I really learned to ski at Mammoth Mountain in eastern California during college when I went with college buddies who had been skiing all their life. I tried to keep up with them on the diamond slopes and the moguls - my introduction to really learning to ski was trial by fire with numerous yard sales and tumbles, especially on the moguls where I was definitely in over my head.
Besides the actual time on the slopes, I also enjoy post ski time - relaxing at a lodge in front of a fire with friends and cold alcoholic drinks in hand. Downtime can also be used to check out Draftkings sportsbook code.
I remember a tram ride up to what was called Dave's Run at the time, at 11,053 feet, still the highest ski run in the state of California. I confidently slid out of the gondola and expertly skied over to the edge of the run above a cornice. Looking down over the overlook, my heart quickly dropped a few octaves; I then skied a bit further down the slope to begin my run away from the cornice.
I overcame my fear and simply went for it - within a few hundred feet of whizzing down the slopes I took a tumble and simply could not stop. I slid for at least 1,000 feet somersaulting and flailing from side to side to try and stop myself. It is a miracle I hit absolutely no one in my reckless and uncontrollable path down the mountain - nor did I injure myself (other then some soreness the next day).
And later in life I took up cross country skiing - a sport that still offers plenty of exercise but is generally less dangerous of a sport compared to skiing down big moguls or diamond or black diamond downhill runs. My grandfather gave me his old skis before he passed - they date from the 1940s and needed significant repair. I took them into my local ski shop - they were fixed up properly including adding state of the art new bindings.
I love cross country skiing - it gets one into the outdoors without a lot of people around (versus say at a ski resort). I've found a few favorite places to cross country ski over the years including on old logging or mining roads in Sierra and Plumas Counties, California (not far from the tiny town of LaPorte) and have even used them on Mt. Charleston in Nevada. Speaking of Nevada, Mt. Charleston is only a few hour drive from Las Vegas and some of the casinos including MGM Grand. Check out this BetMGM promotional offer.
There is nothing like the sound of slicing through fresh powder among a forest under piercing blue skies. I'll take early Spring cross country skiing following a storm, any day of the week.
And like most other sports I'm interested in - there is another level to skiing. In this case it would be back country heli-skiing which I have yet to try. However, I've got my eyes on some resorts for this up in British Columbia.