The snow started falling at 10:30, just as we started skiing. We skied for about three hours, leaving just as the groomers were starting to soften up from the fresh snow.
The storm came in wet. The drive home was very slick, and I-80 was shut down off and on due to spinouts.
Later, Nancy said, “There’s something black on your mustache.” My goggles had frozen to my beard and a piece of foam had torn off.
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