The morning brings rain. After coffee and a hot breakfast, we count out lettered tiles for rounds of Bananagrams. There’s no data service down here beneath the snow so Aileen takes evidentiary pictures of Andrew’s questionable words after we’re avalanched by his “peel” calls.
Some of us snuggle back into our bags for some reading, me included, before the rain breaks. Then the expert skiers, Jesse and Alex, set off for some peaks while others on skis find a hill to play on. I strap on the snowshoes and my photo belt with a first goal to find a spot where I have phone service to check in with home.