It was snowing, then not, then again. It was windy, then not, then again. There was crud. Dust on crust. For Christ’s sake, either keep snowing and cover up the crust, or let the sun shine to soften it up. Up top, with no trees, the bad light meant you couldn’t see what you were about to encounter.
By afternoon, however, we actually were enjoying ourselves, everything being relative. That was after there had been enough scraping on the groomers and the quarter inch (liberal assessment) of snow helped soften them a bit, and the sun made a more steady appearance.
By afternoon, however, we actually were enjoying ourselves, everything being relative. That was after there had been enough scraping on the groomers and the quarter inch (liberal assessment) of snow helped soften them a bit, and the sun made a more steady appearance.