Well, it was sweet while it lasted. 5 runs. Got there at 7:15 or so, was on the 14th chair up. The Summit Daily camera man asked my name after he took a shot, and wrote it down. Less line, a bit, than past years. Lots of familiar faces and folks to talk to in that first line. As usual, Jesus (his actual name) had his skier boom box system up too loud, and his russet wig in fine form. Big smiles. (He was about fourth chair, first row.) Most folks on the first half dozen chairs had camped out overnight in campers.
The real line was for the bloody Mary mugs - first come, first served, only 430 of them to pass out, I was told. (Half price on a bloody Mary with a mug? Something like that.)
First two runs were extra great. I remembered how to ski! The lift opened early, before 8:15, and I stopped just around the time of that photo above. Just about right for first day, for me. I'd risked a pair of SL skis, and wasn't hitting rocks. One small burr per ski, was all the damage.
Guess I'll go tomorrow, God willing.