Green/Rock Oven

Our fearless (and fit) leader dragged our wheezing crew up both sides of the pass. Skin tracks were steep, grumbling was frequent. In the end we had several fresh cm's of heavier snow to shralp, and all runs had good coverage, even in the deep dark woods of Green. I would say the snow was less "Champagne" and more like a syrupy Port with a velvety mouth feel.