Best laid plans were as follows:
Ski to Skunk Hollow, get a ride to Hill Farmstead. Get a bunch of beer.
Then I would run back to Barton on Route 14.
So the ski was pretty darned nice. Down to town, found some signal to tell the people coming to get my growlers there in the right car (Two cars and lots of car machinations) and then oh right those are hills. Lots of people out there, it was softening up mostly, some shady bits still icy, and some powder in really shady bits. Greensboro trails are so very nice.
I almost hit some people who had their dog and were going sort of triple-width up the trail which was not annoying at all, but I was able to slow down, and then one other big group that got out of the way. I had a few extra minutes and there was fresh grooming down to Long Pond so I did that bit as well. Got to the arranged pickup point at just the right time, and walked for three minutes and got a ride.
Except … in the wrong car. The right people. But my bag with dry clothes hadn't made it into the right car, so I had not the right clothes for a 16 mile run. So, alas, I will run tomorrow. I guess I skied 45k or so so that's okay. But it would have been an epic day, and Route 16 looks like it would have been a gorgeous, gradually downhill run. I even had a headlamp and a reflective vest since it would have gotten dark by the end.
Now I kind of have fomo, since there was apparently an entire pond which was drained out of this valley, by accident, in
1810.