After dithering and waiting for the heavy rain to pass by, I finally checked the radar and realized it was going to miss the park, and so I headed out the door only after 4:00. It was certainly a gloomy day, but turned out to be a very enjoyable ski. Conditions were fairly slow, but yesterday's grooming was firm enough, and today my waxless skis did quite a good job with both grip and glide. I didn't quite have to double pole down the Black Lake Hill!

There was one other car in P6 when I set out, and the only other 2 skiers I met in the first 2 hours were at the T intersection of the Fortune Parkway. It was my kind of outing. The woodpeckers were rattling away, and it was warm enough to stop to take time to look around. I sat for at least 15 minutes at the T, without a hat or gloves - how nice is that?!

The most memorable moment of the outing was at Kingsmere. Dave McMahon's ski group suddenly appeared and flashed by me in their colourful racing suits. Having experienced an ultra-solitary ski in the monochrome gloom , it reminded me of the moment in the Wizard of Oz - when everything switches to "Technicolor".