Out go the lights, skiing by braille in the out run, luckily the snow was smooth and carvable. Visibility got worse as I went, and one time when I came to a stop, it was so blank I actually toppled over from vertigo. Pelting my face with ice pellets as I raced it down, the cloud’s humidity turned the snow to greatly sucking schmoo, making for very awkward, strenuous skiing. 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, like I meant it. Fun!
