First few runs were crispy and not much fun. Stopped around 11:00 and had a beer at mid-mountain when Robyn caught up with us. Things had softened up at that point and we skied a couple runs together, before Robyn called it a day. We finished with a couple more on our own before heading to the bar for oysters, crab claws, shrimp and beer...
“The best place in the world to ski is where you’re skiing that day.” — Warren Miller
