Went skiing today. It was a big day: 18-inches up top and not a bit the usual April mank. At Mad River, they were running only the single… giving it a little workout before it goes into retirement, I suppose.
Scoot and I skied Fall Line and Fall Dise and Octopus’s, where I always end up cliffed-out and confused, unless I’m following the optimist and his countess, in which case I end up a quivery puddle, thankful for every interminable second it takes the single to gain the summit.
I ain’t no meteorologist, but mark my words: This is the last powder weekend of the season. Hit it.