Doug and I are back from an awesome weekend in Mammoth. We couldn't have timed our weekend better. It began snowing about 20 minutes after we arrived at our hotel, snowed all day on Friday (every run was fresh powder!), and stopped on Friday night. We had blue skies and fresh tracks on Saturday and a chain-free drive home on Sunday.
Most of the weekend, I wore this, but I managed to pull myself together out of my post ski stupor on Saturday night. Here's is what I wore. I used my skis as props. We hugged a little. We're in love.