I was upset after my last of three runs down perfect powder (contemplate that sentence for a moment). I haven't had much practice in powder and was having difficulty getting the technique the guide was trying to teach me. Typical first world problem. I was dropping into a morose and moody funk. On the way out we ran into another skier who had gotten separated from his partner a few gulleys over and had not seen him for over three hours. His partner, in his early sixties, had spent his final moments on earth alone, cold and suffocating upside down in a tree well.