re: #55 Quoth the raven, Covfefe.

The snow was shallow and weird that day, the wind blew the snow around into weird berms and hidden powder shots. Well, three of those berms/shots were illusions, there was a rock lurking underneath, an undulation not seen on the snow surface, BLAM! Faceplant.

It’s been a horrid year for snowfall, and I still laugh at this day. I have to. It helps me remember this exceptionally low snowfall year. I faceplanted that day *because* of the low snowfall.