I never did get around to posting a quick synopsis of Brighton from last Wednesday night, primarily because I was still suffering the effects of the flu and we only skied from about 5 to 7:30, with a significant time-out for dinner. Bottom line on the night-ski terrain serviced by the Crest Express: unblemished groomed corduroy, except for the upper narrow reaches of Pacific Highway and a few spots on Scout which were slightly slicker. Good cruising, had I felt up to it. Awe-inspiring amounts of snow sit piled upon the roofs of houses in Brighton right now.