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Out go the lights, skiing by braille in the out run, luckily the snow was smooth and carvable. I actually toppled over from vertigo one time when I came to a stop. Visibility got worse as I went, pelting my face with ice pellets as I raced it down, the humidity making for greatly sucking schmoo. I would get ahead of the cloud and then stop to let my quads recoup, and it would catch up, trying to engulf me, and I would barrel onward, carving defensive, grabby GS turns. Fun!