Before we had much in the way of new snow, I'd been trying to perfect my carving technique. I was doing okay, but a bit annoyed because I hadn't got it quite right.
Then new snow came. "To hell with the technique", I thought, "get in there and enjoy it". And so it came to pass that I played in oodles of fresh snow, and miraculously, the Great Lord Steepness bestowed upon me a correction of my technique such that I have survived another dose of Hell's Kitchen without mishap.
I need an avalanche beacon and then I'll be on The Dive ;-)