Mt. Holly again. Snow was nice, slope was empty. Lap after lap on fresh corduroy in the last hour of sunlight through twilight then under the lights. I worked the SLs much more aggressively than last time out. Fun!
Boots were constricting after a couple of hours. Think I buckled too tight from the git.
“The best place in the world to ski is where you’re skiing that day.” — Warren Miller
