It’s an annual rite of spring. Pressure and temperature, acting over time, changes the form of snow crystals and the structural strength, permeability, thermal conductivity and density of the snow becomes a velvety, silken, slushy sprayfest.
The end result at Loveland is a shedding of clothes, a tapping of kegs and more tomfoolery than you could shake a lurk at. The skiing is always great, the company is always fun, and the cause is an eternally good one.
Plus everybody gets lei’d.