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24" of ultralight, dry Alta-in-the-Chugach sweetness. I inhaled enough snow on every run to stay totally hydrated. At one point, I caught a ski on an under-snow tree branch that twisted me around causing me to drop off of a twelve-footer backwards and upsidedown. I landed on my back, rolled with the momentum, and skied away with a shit-eating grin. It was a good fucking day.
