Well, it wasn’t all powder and sunny skies. There was also much drinking and strangeness.

For instance, I’m pretty sure that this is neither natural nor a good idea.

I guess that’s the sort of thing that you see on Bob Marley’s birthday.

Then there’s this. I don’t really know what to make of it, but I figure ya shoudn’t mess with a midget in a pink one piece.

OK, back to the skiing.

Holt in 5 mile.

Safety first.

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That’s only because the storm snow all slid off. There was about three miles of crown varying from 40-80 cm thick all around this basin. Luckily we found a few areas that were sheltered from the avvies, but of course I have no pics of that. Too good to stop, eh?

Here’s Heath pretending he knows what he’s doing.

A couple more mediocre backcountry shots and I’m out.

I’ll be the better part of a week before the next update. Barb gets back today after being in the UK for six weeks, so I’l be — ahhh — busy.

Have a Happy Valentines Day.