Yesterday was, in fact, a good day for Tankers. It was also a good day for flat light lenses, which I had. In my car. This laziness/stupidity contributed directly to the three hardest spills I've taken in years when 1) the earth abruptly fell away from me off the side of a cat track at high speed, 2) soft, pillowy fluff turned into pockmarked, boilerplate slag again at high speed, and 3) the end of a steep run came early in the form of an ice culvert. All of which ended with a whiplash-y neck snap and me on my back, head downhill. I wish I had witnessed any one of these. The day was still glorious and great lines were to be found under the Chair 8 lift. Aside from cutting wind, brutal cold and plonky lifts, the Ganzfeld experience (flat light+blowing snow+above treeline) is another of Loveland's unique charms. I love her.