“Within one hour of skiing Powderhorn in Grand Mesa, Colorado, my wife said: ‘I love this place,’” writes Post blogger Michael Conniff. “This revelation is no small thing in our little world because my new bride—we married in May 2009—had lost her mojo when it came to skiing and I’m the one to blame…. After a year or two in Colorado, she stopped getting a pass and literally stopped skiing, with me shouldering plenty of blame for same. I won’t say I had to drag her to Powderhorn but what’s the point when you live just outside Aspen, with Ajax, Highlands, Buttermilk, and the massive Snowmass all reachable within the time it takes to listen to a long-play single?”