When it Snows Forty Inches!

It's time to go skiing! Wow. The last few days were amazing, remarkable, wonderful, astonishing, steep, deep, but exhausting. Still a rookie in the infinite powder, I found that digging out of the bottomless marshmallow fluff is tiresome work! Bobbling to a stop in Royal Elk Glade, I fell away from the mountain like a freshly cut timber, landing with my skis still attached but buried above me. Ten minutes later I was free only to turn left, right and then gently wrap myself in a little pine bush. Yes I bit it big in Beaver Creek today. But what happens on Grouse Mountain, stays on Grouse Mountain!