Dawn Patrol

Hit up the best run in the Wasatch (NOT) for a dawn patrol session with some of the aforementioned wonderful wasatch women. Meeting at 5:30 seemed like insanity, but it felt so great to watch it slowly get light as we huffed it up the old skin track. A few cms of fluff covered things just enough to keep it from seeming really grim. The skiing wasn't terrible, but we weren't drooling for a second lap. I guess sometimes it's OK when you can't stay out all day.