Our last morning at the cabin found us in clouds.
With rime on the ski poles
and rime on the Larch.
Leaving the cabin.
Sunrise was a gorgeous, moody affair.
We decided to take one last run through the glades since they were on the way out. At the transition.
The final run.
Followed by a hairball descent down the trail.
Firm, smooth, and fun - in a twisted sort of way.
Once off the trail we had about thirteen miles of logging road to contend with. Not so much fun.