Can confirm, today was goode. I brought 3 pairs not knowing what to expect, but you didn't need the rock skis. What's open is filled in as if mid season, long as it's not a cat track. If you know the problem areas and stay clear you'll not even realize it's November.
And so naturally, my dumb fucking ass went into the Ptarm chutes which somehow opened. At 1pm after the legs started ghosting. That went as well as you would expect it to. Egress from some of the lines is impossible right now. Took a year off the life of the planks in the process; the scars are why my sticks end up possessed till-death. Should have just kept lapping the trees no one touched, and I did after that.
I ate shit immediately after. 2 turns in guess what reared up and sidewound me headfirst into front-center.
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