We spent an active Sunday skiing at Pebble Creek, a local ski hill that has 3 lifts and great back country skiing (we hear...we stay inside the ropes for now).
The trees were heavy with white powder and as we ascended on the first lift, we approached the peak of the hill that was clouded in grey. It looked ominous and beautiful.
We spent the day taking our time: stopping in the middle of a run to lay in the snow, pausing to take pictures, and enjoying apres. I love days without an agenda.
Dr Seuss Trees
Hoar Frost
As Beck would say, "Look how the sunlight is dappled on the mountain"
Pit Stop
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