I became a man on Ajax. (No not that.)
I was a shaky skier and was dependant on my instructor.
He and I were coming down the mountain together and had just passed the last lift when a blinding snowstorm came up. I couldn't see my instructor. I couldn't even see my feet. I had to negotiate the mountain only by feel and go all the way down.
When I did it successfully, I lept to a new level of confidence.
I let the instructor go and skied the mountain three more times in the blinding snow.
After that I was ready for anything...well...uh...almost anything.
Uh...skiing with my son--who's expert--reminded me that I wasn't ready for...well...exactly...everything... But that's another story.
I have never skied either place. Aspen, though fairly close by, is too expensive for our family, and there are so many great places in Colorado that we never go anywhere else, except Park City. That is a great family place to ski !