January 10, 2007
It was quiet on the ski hill today. Not many people, no new snow, and, for a change, no winds. Last night’s storm created hard runs, crusty conditions off the groomed surfaces and in quite a few places where the last few flakes of light snow were swept away by the wind, large disks of silver ice. The sun was shining; it glinted from the ice encrusted northwest sides of elegantly thin Alpine firs, but added not a calorie of warmth to the air. With my new board-oriented attitude toward winter I just enjoyed the beauty and prayed for snow.