Any fantastical claims you heard about conditions in the high country of Colorado were true: people clinging to ski lifts, avalanches, trees blowng down, people stuck in traffic for hours. I was die-hard enough to try to make it to Winter Park, but smart enough to turn around and go back home since I could not see the road. True white-out conditions with visibility about ten feet.
Saturday, however, was glorious. Sunny, warm, 15 inches of new powder, no people--primo boarding conditions. My kid had a blast snowboarding. There was even a rails competition with which to enjoy my beer, and more cold beer waiting on my snowmobile at home.
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