Driving home from scoring some sweet cast iron off craigslist, I happened into some slow traffic at an unusual spot.  As I progressed I started to notice people swerving at one point in the road ahead.  When I finally got close enough to see what was causing the delay, very much to my surprise I realized it was a mountain bike laying half in the lane!  Instinctively pulling over, as if to rescue a fallen rider or help at the scene of an horrific wreck, I ran back and scored a small but sweet lil Jamis Durango!

Minding my karma, I have been watching craigslist for "lost" posts but to no avail.  It appears to have gotten a fair amount of use so I guessed maybe someone was searching for her.  It's a 14" aluminum frame I don't know that we can use it, but I'm sure it will find some loving feet to make happy before long.  The fork was trashed and the front hub had been driven over, but aside from some tacos for wheels it looks in decent shape.  Even came with a wireless computer, which I may have to gank. 

 The day started with a ticket for 74 in a 55.  I was going 58, and he was using Same Direction Radar (which, if you Google, will find is less reliable than having your ride "tuned up" by Riddler), so I figure this plus the impressive cookware score made it an even day.  

Epic cold conditions on Saturday--6 degrees at 7am--yielded plenty of leftover powder from that week's blast, though Sunday turned to mush before we knew it.  That was fine with us though, because it thawed the bulletproof under layer of ice enough to carve in hard.  Plus Steve and I found the terrain park in Lower Dew Drop to be open and well built.  No harsh landings only smooth, well sloping transitions.  It was so good that we spotted Morgan from WG palling around with Martha's friend Jacob from Va Tech and other regulars, all turning 360s like pancakes.  The dedicated snowboarder of the group even threw a front flip!  Will have to meet the rest of this gang and learn all I can.  Growing up in such a place... aaah. 

Laura, Paul and Caroline went nordic and found the powder.  It apparently blew off the face slopes of Timberline and into the Salamander trees and back country of Dolly Sods.  Still managed to snake some powder lines, though, and it was the first time this season we attempted the Twister tree runs with moderate success. Can't wait to have a big group XC stomp in real deep stuff...