It snowed last week
and that was weird. Then it started dumping yesterday, and I started wondering
what state I was in. I was studying in a problem set session for one of my
engineering classes, so I figured that I was still in Hanover. I quickly turned to my friend Tats.
Powder day tomorrow? I asked.
Skipping school? She asked.
It is dumping on TOP of last week’s
dump. I pointed out.
OK. She said
Thankfully there were some serious adventure to be had that could keep us sufficiently breathless and smiling. The terrain was so bare other than the past two storms that every terrain feature was fully exposed. Small drops were around every turn, and streambeds became small powder divots that if you weren’t prepared sent you over the front end without a second thought. We skied until we could no longer keep our balance and were hangry, then skied some more. The lift line smiles were infectious and the powder turns were enough to keep the angry in hangry at bay. After taking our last run, we made the comical drive back out of the mountains past stranded Prius’s sans snow tires and made one pitstop to eat every sandwich at the to go counter of a gas station.
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