I was one of three skiers on hoks, with tiaks, at the top of a ridge in the backcountry.  While the rest of the group fussed with their skins, we planned a group run down the steep slope.  No plan, actually, just one two three go!  Whooping and hollering, making tight turns with our Tiaks, we raced down the mountain, narrowly avoiding collisions.  Much cheering and laughter at the bottom, and the decision to try it again!