Question came up regarding Tuesday's slice: "How high did you go?" To answer, about 7,300 feet.
Today's high point in clearer, drier conditions, 7,700 feet, which led to a run called Discipline -- a fitting title, I figure, near the end of a month when we're trying to write daily.
Another question: "What was it like coming down?" Like simultaneously falling and dancing through airy pudding.