Perhaps the ‘hardest’ part was a mandatory, rocky boot-pack up the summit ridge, which is certainly indicative of spring skiing. One clunky ski boot after the next, we made our way to the iconic red prayer flags strung up on the summit ridge overlooking the bowl below and towering over Crested Butte even farther below. Snowpack safe—it was time to drop in. One by one, we sent the edge and glided down Colorado’s iconic Red Lady Bowl. Corn, potatoes, butter, cream—a recipe of sorts, but really the various ways I’ve heard excellent spring conditions referred to. This was all of them—heavy, but so smooth. Let me tell you, the turns were as dreamy as the burn in my quads was deep—so they were very dreamy.