It's really been the most amazing season. So much snow. More than anyone could have possibly hoped for. Just when it looked like the snowfall would come to an end, we'd get more. We even got 5 inches last night. It was mixed with a little rain, but it was snow nonetheless. It was perfectly fitting end to the season that wouldn't quit.

We didn't ski much today. It was a cold, overcast day you'd expect to have in mid-December, not on May Day. It would have been so much better had the sun been shining all day, but it was still fun, as skiing almost always is.

Russell, Kristen and I started up the gondola. We stopped at the little observation deck about half way up the mountain to take some pictures. It was there that I realized that I forgot to take my memory card out of my computer, which was pretty funny since I was given Kristen shit about her point and shoot film camera back in the gondola. At least she could take a picture.

It was almost a total whiteout at the top of the gondola. Russell and Kristen wanted only to take one run, but I convinced them to come with down to the Nevada just to see what it was like. The snow, which Russell called "Gorilla Snot", was crusty, 5 new inches of muck that had been mostly skied out by people who managed, unlike us, to make it up to the mountain before noon. It needed a good groom, but since that wasn't going to happen, we left after three scant runs. Three runs in the two hours between noon and 2 o'clock. Sorta sad.

Back at the house, most everyone was gone. It was time to pack up, clean up, eat leftovers and say hasta la vista to the grand house on 585 Alpine.

Days Skied This Season: 25