The trees in the plains will be budding but up in the high-country of Colorado spring means powder. That's white, fresh, fluffy deep powder, perfect for riding.
My son, who I must say broke his leg the very first time he ever skiied (he was 5), never gave it up. It might because all the nurses made a big deal over him, signing his caste and making him feel very important. Or it might be because in the instant before the pain of the break hit, he felt the all encompasing excitment that only comes from speeding downhill.
Whatever it was, he was forever taken with the sport. As you can see in this video, he's a good snowboarder and a pretty good videographer too!
Enjoy the ride even if only vicariously!