The snow was obviously wind blown, but in the north-facing gully depressions it was soft enough to lay some fun tracks. MW's enthusiastic statement from afar, "It doesn't look that heinous," kept yours truly from bailing to a whiter slope. Glad we kept on.
MW started at Prospect Heights, and I started skinning up at Roger's Lake in Stuckagain, then we met on the trail for a nice spring ski. Stuckagain neighborhood roads were snowy and icy enough for a fast ski home.