RAM: The exit out the bottom is busy. Snow on the ground, a huge overhang, complete with icy seeps and then sunshine, with a little kick this time. We must gain all the altitude we have lost and so we trudge, up the hill. We hit a spot where the snow blocks the way. In places, it is only 20 feet to sun baked and dry rock, but one can't get there. A big long detour and climb is the alternative. Martina and Dave take off for it. I look over to the left. Could. Maybe. Ummmm. Must check. Kookie here!! A spot only 12 feet to dry rock....But steep....and smooth. "Hey Aaron, come here. You think you could slide that and then spot me? Sure he says and so we take the WEEEEEE and cut the corner. Later, a low angle snow crossing is forced on us. I pick a near flat spot. It may be flat, but I go splat, right on my butt of fat!! I dust off the snow and my pride and climb to the rim. The sun in getting lower, but it enters our bowl directly. Off with the shirt and I lay back, spying Malia and Hank across the distance, heading our way. And yes, they did find our little snow slide. A great day. One must seize the day, for tomorrow you might be in Limbo.
Ram
