When skiers have optimal conditions, usually it’s a powder day. You get freshies (or fresh tracks) down the mountain. Those days are the best of the best.
Today was the powder day of the cyclist. 70’s with a tailwind. Great friends. Outrageous scenery. Full of health. Just one flat. Yummy road food. Shower, yoga and rural bar and grill for dinner.
The whole day, we would randomly say “Pow Pow.”
Now, after 70 miles fully loaded, I’ll let the photos tell the rest of the story.