Spring skiing. Truly one of the most awesome things on earth. Goggle tans and patio lunches; t-shirts and hero snow. Straightlining through the slush, leaping off cat tracks, adapting to the changing snowpack and the bumps and jumps it reveals. It’s a time that’s bittersweet, because underlying the fun is the knowledge that the last of the season is bleeding away with the melting snow. But while it lasts, it’s impossible to stop smiling.