Day 11, and that's all, folks

Had it not been for the couple of frsh inches they got the night before, and the inch or so that fell during periods of amazing whiteout, the last day at Loveland would have really sucked. Not quite corn, not quite packed powder, conditions were generally abyssmal - we did manage to find some pockets of untracked and we got in 19 decent runs, but forgettable. But we did get a nice end of day pic, looking up the creek toward an empty mountain.




And as it's been 70-ish down here since then, I'm fine with calling it a mediocre season and turn my attention to the streamflow.

Now if only the BLM would serve me up a cancel on SJ, we're good.