I Love Skiing With People. Here’s Why a Solo Day on the Mountain Surprised Me.

The storm had arrived. Wind whipped through the trees, which, under the weight of new snow, groaned and creaked. The visibility had fallen to a football field or so. Chairlifts, lodges, and skiers danced at the edge of the gathering emptiness. It was the final chapter of a family trip, and as the afternoon approached, the rest of the group decided to head back to the lodge. I, however, wanted to keep skiing for a little longer—the conditions were just starting to get good, after all.The 20