Hysterical laughter and a huge grin — an odd reaction to the lunar landscape. Someone listening nearby might think I had gone mad. But there was nobody on the nearby trails. Despite the holiday weekend, only a few regulars lined up for the 8:15am first tracks tram. I had Upper Ravine all to myself; and I was loving it.

The skiing was like watching a really bad movie: the more cringe worthy the conditions, the funnier it was. I was unironically enjoying objectively awful conditions. I kept thinking “one more run and then pack it in”. But I kept finding the desire for yet another heinous lap.

Had I experienced these conditions last year, I would have been rather salty. Actually, I wouldn’t have even gone to the mountain despite having a season pass and nothing better to do. But instead, I found a way to enjoy myself despite experiencing one of the worst days of the season.

That said, I lasted less than two hours and I did not go back on Sunday. I may be feeling more like my old self again, but I am not a masochist.