Ski Santa Fe... it's in Santa Fe... New Mexico. This pic is from the chairlift taking us to the top runs. As you can tell, we were in a light storm. At this point me and Uncle Steve are heading to 12,ooo ft. It was probably -15 with wind chill at the top and we raced like hell to get back down to mid lodge where we promptly did it again. The snow at the top was still nice, obviously more icy and rough, but the schrowder in between trees was insane. I am not a woodsman in traffic, but there was literally no one up braving the heights, so we got all up in that shit. One of the finest days of spackling I have even experienced due to me having to keep up with Steve the Skeeve. Dude. Still tired.
up the double, 10 degrees, frosh schrowder
Ski Santa Fe... it's in Santa Fe... New Mexico. This pic is from the chairlift taking us to the top runs. As you can tell, we were in a light storm. At this point me and Uncle Steve are heading to 12,ooo ft. It was probably -15 with wind chill at the top and we raced like hell to get back down to mid lodge where we promptly did it again. The snow at the top was still nice, obviously more icy and rough, but the schrowder in between trees was insane. I am not a woodsman in traffic, but there was literally no one up braving the heights, so we got all up in that shit. One of the finest days of spackling I have even experienced due to me having to keep up with Steve the Skeeve. Dude. Still tired.
up the double, 10 degrees, frosh schrowder
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