Skibowl on Christmas Eve was the sickets yet. I'm sure you listened to the message the Party Marmot left you. We did exaggerate, we never got on the hill again because it was mostly white out. The marmot hit Scotty's way while I ran Accelerator first time up. It was 8 inches on a crust, wasn't that fun. So we decided to hit the other side of the bowl. The West Wall was crazy steep and deep, I think the marmot said something about the best run of his life. Did that a few times, then we traversed all the way across the top of the West Wall to the bottom part of Bob Strand's towards Powder Keg, where we had first tracks and the best run of my life. (Yes, it turns out that that run we sorta have been calling Powder Keg is actually the bottom part of Bob Strand's downhill). The outback opened soon after and we hiked to the top of Tom Dick Peak for a run down the Western Boundary and Black Label Pitch. Then another run in the outback where we dropped in earlier for some amazingly creamy turns, hit Fistful of Willows, and then a little bit of some brutal/sketchy outback tree skiing while both of our goggles were fogging up badly.