It was one of those near perfect days. 
Sunshine, fresh fluffy snow and my daughter to ski with. The trees were draped in a dramatic crust of Hoarfrost. Some trees even had movie set perfect ice sickles glistening in the afternoon sunshine. The wide vistas of back country Idaho amaze if you looked north. Look south and see the stark contrast of the chaos of the Treasure Valley.
Bogus Basin has grown into a fantastic resort. With 7 lifts, two lodges. (Why does JR need another thing named after him?) Yurts, halfpipes, tube hills, and a nordic center. Bogus is no Sun Valley, but bottom line, there are few cities as grand as ours that can boost such a wonderful recreational facility so close.