As the winter season is nearing a close, I couldn't pass up a chance to hit the peak...again. I feel like I need to go as much as possible. I love it too much. It was colossal. It snowed lightly in the morning, so there was about an inch and a half of some nice linty powder. I attempted the trees, and although I did get marooned in some powder a few times, I realized that it didn't matter, because just going off the well-pressed trail and daring the unmarked territory makes the entire game more adventure-some and inticing. I had a blast, but felt quite forsaken the last 3-4 hours. I couldn't locate anyone, so I just went on my way inventing my own fun. Eventually Father Time was a beast and made it 4:00 p.m. I only saw him once. But at the end of the day he strolled over to my car, had me uncrimp the window and said "I want to ride home with you, I didn't get to see you all day." So. We talked alot and after his little "party" he walked me out to the car, and like in a fairy tale he gave me one of those movie-time hugs where they pick you up and twirl you around. It was pleasant.