I'm skiing down the perfectly groomed "Tycoon" trail at Deer Valley in pursuit of an Olympian. Once the national giant slalom champion, she can probably get down the mountain faster than me while putting on makeup and arranging pickup time for her kids on the phone. I keep my eye on the speck and bring back the muscle memories from when I used to be a younger, more invincible-feeling skier pounding black diamond trails all day. At the bottom we see smiling attendants and tissue dispensers beside the super-short lift line. Another attendant brushes the snow off our seat before we get on. At the top is a staffer standing beside a giant map, answering questions about the trails leading down. For the full story, please click here.