Squaw Valley with sister Diana

Temperatures soared to the mid-50's as we explored the open slopes and empty lift lines at Squaw Valley. Seeking out north facing aspects, Diana pushed me to find the steepest, narrowest, and loneliest lines...all requiring exquisite views. We wandered south to north and back again, sampling all the lifts and finding laughs and grins, and shocking gasps along the way as lumpy conditions occasionally threw us off balance in precarious spots. North Bowl was skiing exceptionally well, and we cycled on the lifts to ski it over and over - each time in a slightly different place.