singles line

Fresh snow is best experienced cold and alone. No waiting for friends to show up, no farting about and no debates on where to ski. Heliskiing notwithstanding, when there’s three feet of fresh, I almost always run solo. On those days the singles’ line is my waiting room. It’s my means of moving through the crowds in the lift lines and staying anonymous and focused on shredding as much pow as I can. The singles’ line is something unique to skiing. It’s the one place where there is no expectation; almost like the business class check-in at a departure gate. You look over at all those business suits and briefcases and both envy their priority boarding but wonder at their loneliness. […]