One Friday morning very very early/late I lay awake and hatched a brilliant plan: move my alarm forward to 545am and hit Snoqualmie Nordic on opening day and still have time to be at work by midday. Well, thats one way to assure that I wasn't going to get back to sleep, but I otherwise pulled off my plan as I'd dreamed up. And not only that, I skied well above the fogline which had kept Seattle socked-in for days. Here's a bit of proof!
Perfect tracks... there are fewer than ever imagined for this time of year
but the first ones across that corduroy were mine!
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