Big winds and effectively cold today. Ski trails were, as expected, bullet proof, and I gave no thought to skiing. Instead, I ran, in O' shoes for some extra purchase on the slippery surface, and concentrated on keeping upright while the winds concentrated on sending me tumbling. The gods must have been favoring me, because in this contest I prevailed. Kept my eyes peeled for Steller's jays, but there the gods weren't with me, as I saw none.
But I did see one skier, who I complemented for how well they were handling the ice.
The forecast is not looking promising for an extended ski season at Happy Jack this year and it could be all said and done in the next week or so.