Undeterred, H was back up at Goldminer's Daughter by bus (SRO again, red snake all the way up) by 7:30 Sunday morning. It was again poor visibility and snowed all day, with the added bonus of being extra cold: single digits at the start -- to be exact, 6 F -- and "warmed up" to 13 F by the time he called it quits. (Yet another day I wouldn't have enjoyed.) The snow was good and ski patrol is continuing to get more and more terrain open. He did some skiing off of the High T as there's finally enough coverage there.
More importantly, he got three separate facial hair compliments. "Sweet 'stache, dude" and "I remember you from yesterday - I recognize the mustache" in the lift line; and best of all, during a lift ride with a girl and a guy, the girl said she liked his mustache. No way of knowing if they were a couple ... but I'm guessing that guy starts growing his own crumb catcher tonight.
The canyon road wasn't nearly as messy this time. The 2:09 bus was there and waiting when H went out for it and it was a straightforward trip down canyon, getting him home about three hours earlier than the day before.
As for Milton and me, we weren't quite as productive. We did our Dimple Dell walk again and, before that, M chased and wrestled with a new dog friend (Cooper) in the ball fields behind an elementary school. Then it was changing sheets and laundry (both doing and putting away), and making a batch of chickpea salad for lunches, and meal-prepping overnight oats for breakfasts. But when I got out all the ingredients to try to make bread, I just ran out of steam and read my book instead. The bread will be there next time.
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