As the day wore on the snow became chopped up by the many skiers and the many ski runs. So what we were left with was the "snow bones" from the early morning pristine snow feast. Even the "snow bones" were fun to gnaw on. The low temperatures kept the snow light and fluffy even after it had been disturbed. I feasted until my legs could stand no more. A memorable day on the slopes. Let us hope for at least a few more for the rest of the season.