Headed out noonish for some skiing and running and, mostly, to enjoy the low sun before it got lower still.
I skied long enough to get the flavor of the place and to check out the crowd, which today included a friendly amount of snowshoers and about the usual amount of snow bikers. So far we still don't have any snow biker gangs, though I am hopeful.
Then I went running, partly on nicely tracked snow bike trails, and partly on snow drifted trails blocked off to tire traffic by numerous fallen pine trees. It was heavy going except for the parts where I had been preceded by moose, and even though their footprints were partially drifted in, they still offered better footing for me when I could fit my shoes in.
When I was finishing up and back at my truck, I decided on a whim to add in just a little bit more down the hill form where I was parked. A lucky decision, because I came across a very large moose which was also checking out the scene. It had no antlers, but the odds on guess is it was a bull.
Came home and had some dinner while watching some videos of Billy Gibbons running through some old ZZ Top numbers with an Australian chick (Orianthi.) Holy cow! Mercy!
Now I can't decide if I want to head to Texas first or to Australia, but I'm leaning down under.