Anchorage finally got the 3" necessary to make it the snowiest winter ever. It was merely ceremonial here in town. No one shoveled and the plows stayed in, but there was enough to make the skiing above town fantastic.
Or so I heard. I spent the weekend gladly helping friends with various projects, but Monday afternoon I had to do what was right for me, because it was their time, their time, up there.
To my surprise, the west face of Harp was skiing great: 6-8" of blower on supportable. And once you got up to speed, it was a smooth ride. Can't wait to get out tomorrow!