The glacier was disappointing—most had been skied already and frozen, rutted—but the snowboard hill was groomed and actually somewhat skiable. It was nice, too, to hit a bit of a hill, up and down and up and down and up and down. There was a bit of what I'll call the "Trollhaugen effect" (sorry, Trollhaugen, old memories die hard) where you feel like you've skied for an hour and it's really been 20 minutes. Still, it's something. I wound up skiing with Alec Steward there for quite a while. It wasn't particularly fun, but it was hills, I think.
Getting to the hill is a bit harrowing, however. Most anything that is not sort of snow is glare ice, and a lot of the course has melted in to a couple of new lakes. They are mostly frozen, and I decided to take a short cut across one of them, which led to me franticly double-poling as the ice cracked beneath me. Only a few inches of water, but quite a trip.
I can only get to two trails at most, on a good day! Check out all the trail reports at skinnyski.com
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