With 10" fresh powder at Stuckagain, Canyon Road sunshine and powder had an irrestable allure. But from a distance of a few miles, the plumes were apparent. Maybe it is fog, I hoped. Fog was in the forecast, right? Maybe it's fog.
The wind had worked the alpine snow to a soft slab with surgary powder below the 2-inch thick top layer. The meltdown from last week had formed an icy base which lay beneath a foot of the wind-worked snow. The skiing was sub-five, but the sunshine was a nine and pleasant enough to induce a second lap.