Glade White Way.

I was clinging to the bumps

like a whelp clinging to the teet

of Mary Jane herself as the snow

and wind had visibility down to

a few hundered feet or so. The

A.S.C. approached M.J. just

after 1:30 simultaneously with

an afternoon storm, forcing M.G.

and me into the trees, which were

pretty sweet, as plenty of snow

has now covered most forest hazards.

Here it goes again.
we discovered this in the middle

of the woods, it's probably where the

snow depths are measured, or possibly

an alien communicatons outpost?

gnarlie.

Mean Gene knows how to close a place.

Here's M.G. again pursuing an elusive

Yeti, the clip is obviously sideways as

apparently only horizontal clips are accepted,

I'll remember that when shooting future

clips, I swear.

SkiWhelp