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Show The Wolf Moon lent its share of restlessness to the past week. At various strange hours of the night, a howling was heard on Main " Street a rockbound skier no doubt, as the wolves have long since moved to quiet pastures. Quieter pastures though are getting tough to find. In a far off valley, where saloons are few and far between and residents take pride in being peaceful folk, the stillness of the night was broken with the hoots and honks of basketball victory. Later, still a lone wolf stood on his porch and howled with glee at the first snowjlakes' he'd seen in weeks. They danced in the gleam of the waning moon and seemed to hold great promise of accumulation by morning. ' - Saturday 'even the least likely candidates were up early, squinting through frosted windows, to evaluate the prospects of the day. The general concensus was one of disappointment, there was only an inch or so of snow on the valley floor, a mere dusting, we would have said a year ago. But stimulus deprivation alters even the most conservative judgment and before the sun had a chance to clear the horizon skiers were headed to town for a jump on . the powder. Snowclouds hugged the peaks all day, from time to time swooping down across the valley in a mini blizzard of activity before skimming up the other side to rest afa higher elevation. It snowed enough Saturday night to cause some serious conflicts on Sunday to snowmobile or Superbowl. Judging from the silence surrounding Thousand Peaks Sunday afternoon, the Superbowl prevailed. Not so at the Resort. Though the ski reports were cautious and hopes inflated, skiers had a fine time. Behind the scenes snow . management was the name of the game. Barely a flake had been left to its own devices. Crystals were studied stu-died and given their orders, runs were rolled and random snow among the trees were called into service and shoveled onto the slopes. It's serious business. In fact, anyone with a Ph.D in maximizing snow potential would do well in the West this year. NC |