At last.
It snowed four inches in town overnight, and I’m far enough from under my own thumb to sneak off and investigate. The great snow trap of Lolo Pass was the destination. And it was good. Much better snowpack than this time last year.

More snow, better skills, and my new boots led to day of skiing with no crashes, no faceplants, and some pretty good turns for my second day out.

Progress.
I did get whupped breaking trail all by myself. Knee-deep mid-heavy powder and weak legs. I haven’t been this (muscularly) tired since October.

And it’s still snowing.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.