False Hopes.

Went up to Snowshoe to go to the Job Fair for our homies and had the hopes of poaching the first manmade snow. Title and pictures can explain we didn't get the chance.


Woke up to some cold and frost.


Top of skidder.


And bottom of skidder, enough said.


Snowshoe did however pick up a dusting of fresh snow which drifted.


Jobba Fair.


Oh! Alex.


We figured might as well scope out the Creek.


Freshies in the woods.