Nearly running up Little Water Peak---windboarded and crunchy as always.
We started the day with a few laps on the north side of the peak.
Light through aspens.
Red, White, and Blue: traversing the peak and subsequent ridge line on the way to Powder Park.
Our final lap on the fall line south-facing shot of Powder Park. The Park is like the petting zoo of the Wasatch---low angle, safe, and cuddly. Fifty turns in 4-inches of cream powder. The area is often crowded, except when you get to the trailhead at 7:30, which we always do, and you get first tracks even on your last lap of the day.
Which is to say, there is nothing a matter with Powder Park.