Woke up to crystal blue skies and a cold morning. Casey's ambiguously gendered car told us it was 9 degrees as we took off up toward Cardiff pass. Originally we thought about a shot into Days, or Holy Toledo, but on the way up we saw these yahoos giving a clinic in how not to be a puss.
Thought we might go up there along the Cardiff Chuteletes to sample the conditions ourselves.
What would have been a day of endless, perfect skiing, was cut short by a writing assignment due at noon, that Casey had the audacity to not remind me to do. So here I sit, typing away after just finishing my assignment. Woe unto me.