Yon know the score: it nuked for 36+ hours. White gold fell in quantity.

Somewhere in the middle of 36+ hours of deliverance. Soft, yes. Untracked goodness, yes. Pretty deep. But not enough. Rocks on most turns. We fled for greener pastures.
Spirits were high. We skied. It wasn’t deep enough to cover all the rocks. Saw a north facing slide; it cleared the crummy, rotten snow from a few weeks ago to the rocks.
All in all, it was excaliber to be on skis, in the cold.
And then, this. Again.
Thanks to Z for the jumper cables.
And to J-Bo for NOT leaving his lights on.


