So sad.  Here’s a little keyhole view of our tracks from the approach run to Secondary.  Yes, that unfamiliar light in the sky is back.

I’m totally blown from yesterday.  Only got 17 runs yesterday.  My tele record this year was 23, which equals 46k vertical feet.  A definite personal best for a freeheel one day total.  But I had nowhere near enough gas in the tank for that yesterday, and today I’m on fumes.  So I went for a short lap with Julie out to Secondary.

It paid off…

Just some thigh deep untracked in the sun, nothing special.

It was also the Dummy Downhill.  I liked the flying washing machine from the shop guys the best.

Chevy got upset by the crashing.  Sort of funny to me though.  I especially like the patrol version of Steve Portman, who did a half-gainer to it’s face.  Sorry, no pics of that one, but there was some video that should be showing up on YouTube at some point.

After that, there was just enough time to go up to the Heavens for the last party of the year.

A couple hundred people had the same idea (there’s more down the hill in the trees).

Many shenanigans ensued, including some snow blade tricks off of this krummholtz.

That’s shit’s bananas. B-A-N-A-N-A-S!

Just one more chore to go.

That’s it for the lift.  I’ll get one or two more days of the steep and deep, but it’s all self-propelled from here on out.  Now I just gotta get a bike or two together…