I had the best snowboarding of my life yesterday. My first day of true powder boarding, on the backside of Northstar, gliding between so many trees that the trail was out of view. The clouds broke over me and the sky was that deep, mountain blue that you never see living in the bay. The lodgepoles were vividly green against that blue backdrop and the snow was smooth and seemingly endless underneath. It felt like a preordained moment, as earlier my computer became misconfigured so I couldn't work over the weekend. With a sign like that, and snow falling like crazy in the Sierras, there was no doubt. Some mildly illicit behaviour (for which I was later scolded) added to experience, but it would have been awesome either way.