On a day when we were supposed to be traveling back to home and hearth, my husband and I were swept along with a big group of local skiers to Beaver Creek and my first ski of the season. What memories and joys came alive on the slopes that day! Even a mogul covered black diamond could not stop me on that day, and the snow was good and abundant. In a life lacking skis, a whole day at a first rate ski resort is sheer bliss.