blue skies abound

I must have jinxed myself with the correct layers on Saturday.  Sunday was clear and sunny and was supposed to be warmer.  It really didn't seem that much warmer and, since I went down a layer, I had a total outfit fail and was cold pretty much all day.  Note to self:  it's better to be too warm than too cold.

Sunny day

The parking lot filled up at Alta's Wildcat base but the trails never seemed crowded.  This turned out to be a good thing since Sunday's conditions were much firmer and got skied off quickly.  Collins was okay for the first couple of runs but then any groomer with a decent pitch got scraped off shortly thereafter.  Sugarloaf was really not that good: we were skiing "dust on crust" pretty much top to bottom.  The best conditions were on Supreme but it really was pretty firm - Eastern-style skiing, I guess you'd call it.  After lunch, the little bumps on Razorback softened up just a tiny bit, making that short little run decent.  Plus no one was on it which was a treat.

Mt. Superior looks nice in white

Since we figured we'd mostly be cruising groomers, H got back on his telemark gear for the first time of the season.  It didn't take him long to get back into the groove:  I could keep up with him for the first two runs but after that, he left me in the dust each run.

Twenty years - wow!

After we finished up for the day, we went up to the second floor saloon at the Goldminer's Daughter lodge.  We had an anniversary to recognize:  twenty years ago, on December 9th, we had our first date.  We went to $3 Dewey's in Portland Maine for beers that day - it only seemed right to celebrate with beers on this day too.