These weak photos don't do the snow justice. If you squint, you can see freshies.

It was profoundingly good in the bowl and "lucky" is one word to describe how it feels to get an untracked line the whole way down, especially the kind that unfolds through the trees as if it was cut just for you. There really was no firmness underneath until the lower section when a touch of the old nasty layer could be felt. Very satisfying all in all.