Perhaps the best skiing of the year to date. It is such a subjective thing it is hard to tell sometimes.
No signs of natural activity and no settlements which was a bit unsettling given the 30-60 cms of fresh snow encountered. In certain locations skiing was fantastic right back to the sleds at valley bottom. Skiers disappeared into clouds of smoke and snaked their companions for lines. No friends on a powder day.
As I said to a friend (unless he is trying to steal my line) yesterday night, it would be good time to beg your significant other for an impromptu ski day. While the garden may need rototilling, the fruit trees may need pruning, the stalls in the barn may need cleaning and the lawn may need de-thatching, you would be more than willing to make it happen after work during the week. You own a headlamp don't you? If you have one of those great jobs with sick days, I sense you are getting a serious cough. I have a gift for this. You caught it rototiling the garden on a blustery Friday, Saturday or Sunday. Brrrr. Do whatever it takes to get your butt out there.
It is time to ski.
Junior