The ptarmigan hunters apologized about firing in my direction, and I actually was oblivious of 22 caliber rifle rounds buzzing by. No harm, no foul. In a most polite way, the feminine half of the hunting pair said that just too many people come there these days, and that they can't shoot where they want. I replied that I've skied there for 25 years and never got shot; lucky, I guess.
Breezy (10-30 mph) and cold (5-10F) all day. Light and dry Chugach fluff was laying in the gulleys, and rimey wind pack was barely covering the ridges. A cornice is building on the North Bowl summit. Skiing was excellent on lee slopes.