or the past three years MLK day has been a 10" plus powder day. I guess we were due for a classic Western Montana January thaw. Oh how I missed them. Buck Anne and I made the best of it though and went for a walk up Point Six and got some slushy turns in Jenny Bowl. There was a lake at the bottom but even with Anne's huge pack we forgot an auger (and maggots and rods and scoopers and a hut).
That's right, blink, rub your eyes in amazement Dustin's skis saw the light of day. Sorry D I tried to call ya. Check 'em out gettin' some sick air! They work, they don't blow your knee per se, and I'll bet if you didn't have to rent sasquatch beater boots from the shop at the bowl, they'd actually be really sweet!
The inversion was creeping up from the valley into our sunny sanctuary and ruining the snow at the bottom of the hill. We were in short sleeves up top, but when you would drop below the top 2/3rds of the mountain you would instantly get an ice cream headache.
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