After loading in the Jackson infrastructure and setting up most of the shop, George, Ralph and I drove home. There's no snow yet, it was too near sunset to do anything with the stub of the afternoon and we all had plans for the evening.
This ski season stretches into the impenetrable gloom of the future. I can't look forward to anything because all forms of pleasure associated with the situation remain uncertain. I can hope, that is all.
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