On another sunny powder day, I’m at the John Denver Shrine—halfway down Bellisimo, skier’s left—for only a minute when Andy, a bearded skier on lunch break from work in town, appears. “Take a seat,” I offer, scooting sideways to make room on the log bench. Wind chimes jingles overhead; Wood tells me that Denver’s widow donated the set highest in the trees just months after the singer died in a plane crash in 1997. Notes a sign nearby: “Though the singer is silent, there is still truth in his song.”

Believed to be the fourth one built, “It’s the only shrine I know of that was involved in a lawsuit, concerning a collision between two skiers,” Wood said. “There used to be a homemade sign cautioning visitors to look uphill before exiting the shrine.”

Riders beware.