Four to six inches of fresh was more than enough to add to the already chaotic vacation week. It barely counted as a powder day. But it was enough to get the ski-once-a-year crowd rubbing ski jackets with the powder day crowd.

The new snow landed on top of hard pack, as I found out while making untracked turns during my first run. Underneath the new snow, the base was unpleasant. After three runs, the groomers were became sheets of scraped hard pack alternating with piles of pushed around snow.

The lineup crowd was large and only grew after every run. The fresh snow was not going to last long and I didn’t care to wait over ten minutes in the singles line. So, I split after half-a-dozen runs. The new snow was nice, but it was merely a band-aid, and it wasn’t worth dealing with the vacation crowd and their antics.