I semi-accidentally ended up on a ‘gnarly’ blue-black run today. Trying to stay together through trees and on unmarked trails is evidently quite difficult, and in the midst of the attempt I decided I would rather follow the lift line, despite huge bumps, than end up dead in the trees. I feel that was a prudent decision. However, it definitely took me upwards of ten minutes to navigate the daunting terrain and I spent a good portion of those sitting in nice powdery bumps. I guess that’s the good thing about real snow, even on hard(er) trails – falling just doesn’t hurt.