It was a dark and stormy night (Tuesday, November 19th). At 10:30PM, in a fit of desperation–It really can’t be all bad—I checked the FAR Griz Cam.
The Griz was gone. All that was left was a little white stick rising out of a pile of snow with numbers, centimeter measures, running from 40 to 60.
The Griz was gone.
The rain? All good. A little wet, but all good.
40 cm since 8:30AM is just fine. The lifts are not running. They crank for 10 days. That’s 40cm in the bank as far as I’m concerned. A savings account that will keep on giving for the next four or five months. A dense, solid base.
I’m opening another bottle of wine and toasting,
The Griz is gone.
Long live the Griz.