Skiing Suburbia

You've probably heard of the blizzard of '66, and of '77.

You may have survived the ice storm of '91.

But now it's time for

THE MINOR INCONVENIENCE OF 2020 !!!

Finally, some snow.  Time to slap on the skis and explore the big back yard, provided by Ridgemont Country Club.

Not a lot of golfers today.

The camera catches the limbs catching the snow.

It's not like skiing in the woods.
It's difficult to smack into a tree.

But you can really see the individual trees
apart from the forest.

The white pines are particularly good at snagging passing snow.

Even with the ice deposited by the previous evening's freezing rain.

Too high for the deer,
perhaps the fermented drops
will get the deer high in the spring.

In the creek,
ice flows as snow falls.

A wind-blown limb
makes its mark in the snow.

It's a glorious day.
Old Glory is flapping for my eyes only,
and now for yours as well.

A trail through the trees is preferred on a windy day.

The semi-random texture of the drifting snow is a sight to behold,
but one's tracks don't last long against the wind driven snow.

Such is life!

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Addendum

Though beautiful, breaking trail through the wind driven snow was a bit of a slog.  Wimpy knees prefer a slicker surface.

The following day, the wind was gone, and lovely large flakes fell gently to the ground.  The skiing surface was delightfully slippery, and the skier parted the flakes with pleasure.

Uphill or downhill or on the flat.
All great!

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Addendum 2

The day after that combined fine skiing conditions with bright sun and blue sky.  

It was a "Great to be Alive" Day!

Don't forget that SPF 2000 !!!