The park was bitchin' this morning. Jim hit the park early and laid down the virgin tracks. The first pass through the park was really tough. Lots of dabs and detours off into the brush. Four inches of fresh powdery snow made it tough to find the line. I'm pretty sure we all went down at least once.
We've come up with a new definition of "going down" (no, not that going down). At least one elbow and one shoulder must hit the ground for a crash to be official. All others are just "dabs". I went down twice today. One soft and one bone jarring body check.