Monday was bright and clear and perfect. There was still powder to be found and the runs were. . . well, you can see here. . . quite uncrowded. We went up to look at the Cornice Bowl but that was it. The untouched powder was under the trees and since Chuck refused to meet us up there, I startled Dad by actually going through the trees. . . . not many but still they counted as trees.
Oh right, we do LOVE this sport.
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