A quick one today, with no photos. We returned to Cerro Castor for a thigh-burner, since the weather forecast didn't look as good for touring and we all wanted to maximize our turns in good snow, since we're returning to a problematic season known as "late summer" in Seattle.
As before, Castor was fairly empty. There was a truckload of Argentinian army skiers out for a training day, which was both fun to watch and comical/painful at times. We spent the morning exploring the edges of the resort, wandering as far out of bounds as was practical. The snow was wind-effected, as per usual, but we explored some fun terrain and found a few stashes here and there.
After a quick lunch in the trees (empanadas and steak sandwiches, naturally), we began the final powder hunt, scraping together as much styrofoamy windbuff as we could, followed by one last slackcountry run through some excellent heavy powder, which had us all feeling right at home.
To our surprise, we managed to ski about 14,500 for the day. My thighs were feeling it by the end, but it's pretty impressive what seven days of skiing can do to get you into shape.
It's snowing in Seattle, right?
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