Royal Gorge looked exactly like this yesterday, except there were no people other than my family, and a handful of other late-season stragglers, at the largest cross-country ski area in the US. We’ve become late converts to cross country for a number of reasons: there are no lines for anything, it costs a lot less, there are no lines for anything, it’s great exercise, there are no lines for anything, you reach astoundingly beautiful areas with minimal infrastructure and no noise. What have I been doing going downhill all these years?
Exercise is always a wonderful tonic, and combining exertion with mountains, snow and wonderful sun provides a good equation for bliss. I’m only following the news in the slightest way this week, so posting will be light to non-existent.