I, on the other hand, elected for a pleasure tour of Pilchuck, in order to pose vigilantly over the lowland dominion.

Conditions were: purdy with a chance of haze.



At my insistence, my well-geared Green Goblin friend Sancho Panza'ed to the top despite skin troubles, so that we might bask in the retreat of our nucular adversary.


A moonlit bromance ensued:


Miles and miles of shady packed pow and perfect nighttime road skiing delivered us safely back to boredom.
