On the third day of Christmas, the temperature was topping out in the single digits. A couple days after a big storm, that means one thing to me: ski south faces. We have a lot of them in the Tetons, but they are often crusted from the sun.
What a gift to get cold, dry powder on a bluebird day. It was a few inches short of being perfect (you could occasionally feel the crust), but great skiing.
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