Having read about the floods and other snow/rain catastrophes about to be unleashed from and in the High Sierras, I spent much of the morning in prayer, doing what I could to assist the survival of the mountain peoples there, as well as the Boreal Pass. Even though I-80 at Donner Summit is nowhere near as high as I-80 at The Summit here in Laramie, it's still beautiful over there, and it would be a shame if it got erased by floods. Plus, I was worried about biggins.
But, at the same time, I did want to go skiing. And then I realized biggins would be safe no matter what. Even the mightiest flood probably wouldn't get much above biggins' knees. So up to The Summit and Happy Jack I headed.
It was only after an hour into the ski that I realized I had forgotten all about Carol. A mighty flood that was up to biggins knee level would probably be enough to be devastating for Carol. Oh, well! I was already up skiing, and the prayer books were back at home. Maybe she could climb up on biggins and perch on his shoulders or something.
Very nice conditions today--milder than yesterday, with air temps above freezing. It was perfect for whatever wax or wax remnants I had on my skies, which had unusually good glide today.
I ran snow bike trails afterwards for something a little extra, and finished up right around dusk--perfect!