Sunday's Perfect Ski.

It was raining in Portland, pouring on I-84. Rounded the curvy road up Highway 35 and saw blue sky. It was blowing gusty winds at the snowpark, but quiet in the trees on the trail we were skiing. We saw only 2 people and a dog. Couldn't find the trail off the main one through the trees but followed a few tracks. Snow was deep and powdered-sugary. Slope was gradual, just enough so that I could glide a bit and on the way back up, got my heart rate up a bit. We heard the road and found the end of the trail so we did an out-and-back, but it is definitely one of my favorites of the season.