It seems skiing at Heavenly without a camera yields no friends. But I shred Nevada side by myself anyway. Yesterday was probably the worst day I've ever been up, lighting was so flat you couldn't tell the difference between something groomed and moguls, fog was so thick you could only see about two feet in-front of you. After getting lost somewhere around Olympic Chair (much to my dismay) I found my way back to the Boulder parking lot, since Stagecoach was full, and ended the short 3 run day by helping a fellow Boulder Parker put chains on his minivan. Soul skiing, like team pup 'n suds.