My last day skiing the storm came. By the end of the day there was 17 inches of fresh powder to ski in. It was great. As long as you didn’t mind being cold and not really being able to see where you are going. It’s a totally different kind of skiing to “feel” your way down the mountain. At some points during the day the sun would try and peek through but it never lasted long. I was so bundled up day that all you could see was the tip of my nose…(picture from Erica coming soon) and taking pictures was a very quick job.