With rain all the way to about 8,000 feet this morning, J-Bo and I pulled into the White Pine parking lot and more or less started laughing at the grimness. It’s not funny – in fact it’s quite sad for us skiers – but the situation begged the question: which is more desperate; the conditions, or us?
Wait a minute, we're back in ski areas? Wasn't that how we spent the first half of this winter? With more low vis on the menu, I couldn't complain.
I guess the answer turned into ‘the conditions,’ as we agreed to move higher into the fog, and J-Bo backed up the Subie. We drove up until there was no more road, which also corresponded with a lack of visibility. Considering the