Sometimes, it isn't about the gnarliest cliff, or fastest straighline, or the biggest trick. Most of the time you don't have control over the conditions, especially when venturing hours from the car. So on this trip we skied deep mellow pow. After 40 inches of new "light Duffey Lake fluff" sitting on a bad high pressure layer we played it safe. Everything came to be when the sun popped open blue and gave us the glory of enjoying this excellent window of perfect skiing. We didn't push it, we knew the consequences of a bad decision, none of the gnar was in and that was fine by us. A canvas of easy going pow turns kept unraveling leaving us skinning and skiing till moonlight.