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Growing up I did not excel in math and as an adult I have Miki, but I do know there are less than a hand full of whole numbers less than 4.  The number...4...represents the temperature at 9:00 am as we layered up again and headed out to a beautiful blue sky.   Coincidentally, 4 also represents the inches of new snow from overnight.  Sounds impressive until you hear that other resorts in these parts got 2 feet.  There was little if any wind and the sun can make all the difference in the world, when it is cold frigid outside.

Blue skies only mean one thing...blue skies.

Did I mention it was 4 degrees!  The only up side to that number is that it is above zero, not below...which the wind chills will be getting down to later.  Heading out to brave the temps, I wondered if I were to pee my pants (don't you wonder that?) will it turn to yellow snow right away or just a nasty slushy in my long johns?

Our preparedness pays off and we ride the lift up the mountain in a false sense of warmth.   We head for the top to see a few runs we have done in the past we have not visited yet.  Plus, it is about as high as our abilities will take us.  Within the time it takes us to get there, the clouds have already started to appear.

On a clear day you would be able to see many peaks in the distance.
You can barely make out a couple among the clouds.

We found our groove and enjoyed a number of different runs from yesterday, but the cold slowly found its way into my gloves and boots and it drove us indoors for a quick warmup.  After getting some feeling and blood flow reestablished, back out we went.  A few more runs and we headed back across the mountain and in for lunch.

After another period of warming up and filling our bellies, we went out to find even more clouds setting in.  In the spirit of we paid for this, by golly we are going to do this, we set a goal of a few more runs and evaluate the numbness of our fingers and toes.

Miki pictured with somebody.

The snow was great, the number of other skiers to avoid was exceptionally low, but the clouds kept coming, the snow began to fall, and the flat light made guess work out of the terrain in front of you.  We called it a day.

I have to share dinner with you.  Homemade pizzas.  Mine would be the one that looks like a pizza and the other would be Miki's that resembles... well, you be the judge...

I am no pizza aficionado, but there is normally not a lot of green on a pizza,
is there?  And I've only seen that color green a few other times...

Pesto pizza.  Homemade pesto on the pizza to boot.  She likes hers, I like mine, and never the two shall meet.

We hunkered down for the rest of the day and evening in the condo, anticipating what nature has in store for us tomorrow.  If you believe the weather forecasters (ha!) it will be colder and windier...great!

My Zen from the Mountain:  With the skiing conditions varying through the day, determining our limits and wondering when to say when was hard, because you never knew what would blow over the peaks over the next few minutes.  We can deal with the cold, sort of.  We can deal with the never ending drippy nose, sort of.  But when the light gets to the point where you cannot distinguish fresh snow from icy patches, it gets iffy...for real.  What was for sure is that you have to get down the mountain without incident.  As odd as it may sound, I enjoyed the run down, letting my feet feel the way and trusting my ability to get down safely.  I guess any situation I find myself in, I should feel my way and trust my abilities.