With snow squalls in the forecast, I planned to hit the local slopes this morning. It is always a bit of a crapshoot, as sometimes the over-zealous groomers will have flattened everything out. Not today. Four to six inches of dense, fine grained snow covered the MGG and I managed to get first tracks on my first three runs.
I got the green light to a powder morning.

They diligently clear the railing every morning, so this is a true measure of new snowfall.

I got first chair, ahead of the patrollers and behind only the liftie destined for the summit shack. You can sort of make out my tracks on the Flying Dutchman as I head up for run #2 on Wildcat.

The race coaches blow my mind. "Hey, kids, ignore all those people hooting, hollering and having a great time in the fresh snow, we are going to set up some gates!"

After skiing every run at the place, including Dipsy Doodle, I headed home at noon, stopping in town for lunch and to do a few errands. By that time the Saturday crowds had arrived and things were pretty tracked out. Like Harv says, skiing like a local.
Paying the price now, though. I did feel a little under the weather this morning but brushed it off in the powder frenzy. Posting from bed, sick as a dog.