Yo Mr. Fish,
I feel your pain, but...
2 feet of fresh light pow. Nicely but, baseage = suckage for early seasonage. (For T-Line, don't matter, mid station is still rockin'.
Some NCP falls from Almost Heaven (not enough *knock, knock* to significantly erode the base.) Key is *knock, knock*. I'm wid you there.
Permafrost forms. Tundra. Glacier Express.
Major dumpage follows, layered upon permafrost.
John L. takes rock skis into the belly of the wooden beast, and no base damage. That is French for damage. Drags Jimmy, Kim, Rob, Rod, Jim K, and David in, and they are happy. Denis writes the trip report. Life is good. Happy, happy, joy. joy.
John L thinks, this dosn't suck too badly. Buys Mr. Fish numerous beers at Timbers. Mr. Fish happy. John L is happy. (Tucker still b!tchin'.) Life is good.