A small helping of winter finally hit the Sierras. Leaving us with clear blue sky and about six inches of pure sugary snow above 8000ft of elevation. We started out early, the tree branches laden and heavy, ice crystals sparkling in the early sunlight and the cold air catching with every breath. We were all thirsty for winter, a real winter, and we spun laps with great effort to savor every last moment. It went fast though. Late that afternoon as we skinned back to the truck, the snow had already begun to deteriorate, sticking to our skins and falling in big wet clumps on the trail.