Graybird Ski Day Above Lake Tahoe

A graybird day on the hill, which around here means the storm has mostly moved on but the sky hasn't decided yet. Every tree was still carrying its full load of snow — the firs along the runs looked twice their normal width, branches bent all the way down under it.

The lake kept appearing and disappearing between runs. From the top the clouds were sitting low over the far shore, and you could see what looked like snow still falling out over the water while it stayed dry where I was standing. The lake itself was that flat pewter color it gets under overcast.

Groomers were in good shape. Not many people out for a day with this much fresh on the trees — one other skier dropped past me at the overlook and that was about it for company on that side. The gap through the trees toward the ridge across the valley was worth stopping for, everything over there flocked white top to bottom.

Still snow on the road on the drive back down.