Eric said it well: “I love the quiet amid the falling snow.”
Me, I love the quiet amid the fallen snow. The soft plume blowing against your goggles, blanketing your knees, making a white ocean of a dark mountain. It’s the fluff, the floating feeling of the board rising and falling just below the surface, never hitting the bottom or grazing with the reality of earth. It’s a dreamscape, and, really, Radiohead should be somewhere, cooing into the dark, describing it.
Billy took one look at the pictures from our Alpental day after 17 inches of new, and was succinct:
I like it.