Still Good to Go

It was a mild day. A tad dreary even. But on the up-side, it didn't rain. It hung in the air in what would be described as a 'fine Scotch mist.'  A beach day in England, as my Mom would have said.

We had our fingers crossed, because if it turns too mild, the base on the ski trails collapses, and it is damaging to ski them until they have a chance to set up again.

That didn't happen, and yes -- cheering heard in the background -- the mercury is dropping, there is snow, not rain, in the forecast.

Ken took the trails for a 'test run' before getting his friends away from the new winter activity that is being termed "Firesiding".  The test run was a big success -- even with Taffy, who is just getting introduced to those "slidey sticks" people have on their feet.  (Having Taffy along is not always the advantage she seems to think it is, but when I'm out there with the camera, she's usually out there too.)

This picture was taken at 3.37 this afternoon, for those who have been emailing me about the conditions.  Winter is still here. We're still here. We're good to go.