|Tuesday's snow caked Sangres. Too inviting to pass up|
I wasn't anticipating the snow making machines for some reason. They were laid out on Easy St. which is half my usual loop. Lucy and I trekked up to the summit of the quad chair via the catwalks instead. I then hollered at her to get the hell outta Dodge as I crashed my way back down the walk trying to work on my crappy telemark turns.
|Totemoffs, looking up Open Slope|
|and from the top of Open Slope looking down|
Luce loved the skiing, but was distracted by the possibility of legions of squirrels lurking about.