I was the only one climbing the incline yesterday afternoon at about 4:30. It was one of the most magical winter days this year. No wind. No sun. Just a close blanket of clouds muffling all sound and dropping light clusters of snowflakes as fat as June miller moths. They were so big and airy that instead of dropping straight down, they meandered, finally falling in a light fluff.
Unfortunately, the fluff covered some serious ice. On the way down I slipped and almost squashed my chiweenie.