I'm back from Steamboat, and it was pretty much a blast. The first three days were roasting hot, leg destroying Slush Festivals, but things froze up on the third night and we got heaps of snow over the next two days. The sixth day stayed below zero for some great cruisers in the morning too.
It was weird to be on the mountain that I grew up skiing without the posse that I used to ski it with, but both of my brothers and I were there together for the first time since 1994, so the nostalgia was still thick.
I'll have a few videos and pictures up shortly...look forward to me blowing the landing off a five-ish foot cliff.
Update: The documentary evidence is up on Picasa.