say ‘powdah,’ frenchie.
Uncle Crappy got his wish, boys and girls. When I got up to the top of the Burn this morning, there was between 6 and 8 inches of fresh snow waiting for me, and it was still snowing. The trails got tracked up pretty quickly, so I spent much of the morning ducking in and out of the glades. Wow. I was toast by 1 p.m., and it was totally worth it.