Jubilant Turns

Sometimes you go to the snow. Sometimes it comes to you. Pow is bountiful by big smoke standards but modest converage by mountain standards. No avalanche hazards but a variety of exposed hazards including: a clarinetist in the uptrack, a journalist complaining variously about her loud crinkly jacket and the lack of colour in mine, a clutch of prairie chickens, vehicles and chainlink fence. But the Zamboni plows through it all and early season fun was had by the gang of two.

Fresh cold goodness on civically manicured blue grass.