So this past Thursday once again saw the Floose and I head off to the fabled hallows of Emerald lake. After conversing on the nuances of skiing terminoligy for about an hour, we were at the base of a beutiful 1000 foot chute.
Jay billing and the "powder posse" had "shreded" the slopes of Emerald the day before but there was still a little left over in the form of a great rolling run through the trees knee deep in the good stuff.
Being the shortest day of the year, we made a single run before heading back to the car. Soon after, the truffle pigs in field blew our minds with the pastries and coffee, no surprise.
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