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I caught the ski bug at 43. It’s not as if I had never been on the slopes. But, having been deposited atop a mogulled run at Alta by a boyfriend in my 20’s (he whizzed down leaving me to descend by rump), I felt fairly certain that powder was best enjoyed on a doughnut.  Then a girlfriend invited me to Park City. Instead of being coaxed into too-difficult terrain, we took lessons with an affable...