If one is audacious enough to venture into wild, natural terrain, the accident is lurking around and makes it not worth to even pursue.
I went a couple of times, with my daughter, to ski 9990, our iconic playground, and the terrain is peppered with rocks, stumps and bushes that makes it more of a trap than a joy.
A few days ago, they closed the hill, probably after logging too many accidents. What’s needed is between two and four feet of snow, but our skies continue to be hopelessly constipated.
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