I really wanted to spend a couple hours on the skis, but by the time I got out there it was dusky. The wind was blowing, the snow was falling sideways, and the highway was snow-packed. I decided to go 30 minutes out and 30 minutes back. The snow was about four feet deep, but this is the Sierra, so it was dense. Perfect for skiing. I saw nothing and heard nothing (except the wind) for an hour. Probably what heaven is like.
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