skiing 1:49:00 [2]
Brutal. Wasn't so terrible cold--maybe only 0F, so nothing extreme there--but this was the first cold day combined with some classic big SE winds. The winds in town are 30+ mph, and they had to have been bigger up top. Wind chills of what, maybe -30F? It doesn't matter; it was cold. The Zone of Death was in especially fine form, and was trying to crawl out into the trail net and get bigger and bigger.
It was also the first day to see what the recipe of a lot of beetle killed pines + big winds equaled, which was a veritable rain of bark, twigs, pine cones, branches, and needles down on the trails, which despite all the fresh snow yesterday, were already probably the dirtiest I've ever seen. Gotta luv them beetles!
Still, being out on the trails beats sitting at home, twiddling thumbs.
Even though there were a good number of cars in the Zone of Death when I got done, from the time I left the campground until I came back, I didn't see a single skier. My suspicious is that everybody else was huddled up close together in the warming hut.