Postcard: Spring ritual

The sun hid for the duration of our ascent. Should we still summit? The fresh snow was wet and gloppy down low. Morale was poor. The descent might suck. Then, just as we reached the top of the bowl, the world lit up around us. We hurried to de-skin and scrape our skis. One by one we dropped in, floating over 5 inches of cold, dry, late-April powder. Five minutes after we made our last turns, a squall moved in and rendered visibility back to 20 feet. We grinned, quietly celebrating our good fortune and the spring ritual that skiing this bowl has become. (Click image to enlarge)

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Photo by Devon O’Neil