When you arrive in the Alps and all the locals tell you it's been the worst snow year in 5 decades, it's easy to get a bit depressed. Especially when your hometown (in this case Squaw Valley, CA) is getting pummeled by a storm cycle that ended up dropping almost 15 feet of snow in the two weeks I was gone. But there is something special about the Alps, and even in dire conditions like these, I can't help but to have fun every day. And, in the case of the past two weeks, despite a dry spell of almost 7 weeks, it started snowing, and we skied powder almost every day.
