After a day in bed yesterday coughing rats and green blobs of death we were again back on the horse.
Around 20-30cm of fresh had fallen on the already soft base, so conditions looked good. We opted for 25 short again, since we are by now familiar with that terrain and not feeling entirely sure of our fitness we didn't want to venture into to big adventures. Besides, that mountain still holds a lot of lines that need exploring.
On the way up we were caught up by the pensioner club or something, a man and two women of respectable age, keeping a more than respectable pace. The old man almost killed me when I tried to stay on his tail, but eventually I actually got to break some trail too in front of him. Good to see that there are still many years of touring to be had.
It was also nice to see the old guys ride, proper old school one-million-turns powder skiing and happy faces all around, heartwarming to say the least.
I think I need to move here when time for retirement comes, it does seem very healthy.