Re-connected with a bunch of old SoCal skiing buddies, many of whom I hadn't schussed with in close to 5 years. Snow was soft and supple and the weather held up nicely until about 1, whence a dark cloud cover, lightning, and serious snail came in hard. We ended up bbqing in the lot despite the weather (I did my first beer bong ever and we had a pinata to boot). Woot! Gotta love Quatro de Mayo.
“The best place in the world to ski is where you’re skiing that day.” — Warren Miller
