Sunny, temps in the low 20s. Gorgeous day. I was "coaching" the Masters group since Ron can't go back-to-back yet. I forgot ski socks, so made a go of it in the Bombas. Dykster set a ripping GS, and I slid around and made some adjustments, slipped, and then coached via radio.
Afterwards, took a few free runs on SL skis, and the snow was awesome. Hard and grippy. Wish I had (1) remembered ski socks, and (2) gotten to run some GS.
Oh well. Good day.
“The best place in the world to ski is where you’re skiing that day.” — Warren Miller
