I can so ski Mad River Glen...at least some of it

Mad River Glen. I've only wanted to ski here for 30 years, and I finally made it. On Jan 3rd, Thursday, we made the trek up 7, and by late afternoon we had reached Waitsfield. The sun disappeared and it was -11F by nightfall. Burning cold. Lucky for us, Friday morning was in the teens--balmy, and we finished the ride up (and I do mean up) route 17 after a night in the annex at the Mad River Barn. Swerving up and around the hill I got my first look at the wall that is General Stark Mtn. At its base a collection of very unassuming yellow outbuildings, and I was struck with two welcome sensations: Fear and vertigo. Relief. Triple fuels for this skiier. Oh. My. God. I am out of my league. Finally! I had reached Mecca.
This is me after a great lesson with Leigh and some more clumsiness negotiating the moguls on the Canyons.
Skiing: expensive, dangerous, time-consuming, euphoria-inducing. Like an IV drug habit, but...not.