Traffic diverted me from Loveland. On snow around 9:30, and about an hour of freeskiing. Just couldn't get into it, hard to make more than five turns in a row without having to throw on the brakes, and my toenails were oddly painful. So called it and headed back home, luckily beating any road closures from the Marshall Fire.
“The best place in the world to ski is where you’re skiing that day.” — Warren Miller
