And so. They go.

A few glorious snatched hours were had sliding around on the ½ pipe before the horrifying departure time appeared out of nowhere for us to throw our arms around each other one last time and wave goodbye, weary eyed. For the lot of you are truly wondrous people + thank you so much for making our snowy worlds spin round. Six gaping holes now remain in the valley, as the gatherings of high rocks peer down helplessly seeking your smiling faces and raging energy but facing a long lost disappointment, that you are no longer here. And as Si Si would say, Go Hard, or Go Home : and now finally, I guess you've all done both.

Pictured; sliding Si Si sicking it up in the ½ pipe, in slush.