Missed you on Monday 3-26 when you were skiing in the Russian Plains, but as Ken might have told you I had quite the adventure, skiing in White Grass' late March wonderland. I've enjoyed reading about and seeing pictures of the mountain and the Dolly Sods wilderness on the web site, and have pined for the real thing. I took Monday off work, an excellent choice given the superb early spring conditions, drove up from Bowie MD, and set off on Three Mile, Fern Gully, and the Cabin Mountain Trail bound for the Sods. I had the plan of skiing westward along the Dolly Sods side of the mountain and then come back down on one the trails near the Canaan such as Boundary, Beech Lick, or Upper Springer. At the edge of the Sods, I found a wide trail and continued on for more than an hour in the strong late March sunshine through the heart of the Sods. Eventually I saw a trail that appeared to start back toward White Grass and started descending. Everything looked alright as there were wide swaths cut on the mountain in my view that seemed like a ski resort. However, too late I realized I was on a lengthy, switchback fire road which kept going down interminably, so far down, in fact, that even with the 3.5 feet of base up on top I eventually ran out of snow and ended up in a rustic settlement along Lindeman Road called Dry Forks, WV. School buses dropping off children told me that I was now in Randolph rather than Tucker County. Fortunately, friendly trout fishermen helped me get my bearings and gave me a ride the 8.5 miles back to White Grass, as it was getting late. I had skied all the way across the Sods and down the next mountain over. They said the trout fishing had been awful due to the unseasonable cold, but they deserve some excellent fishing now for their good deed. I'm the guy with the funny red, low cut Salomon boots and Peletonen skis from the late 80s that makes it up to White Grass at least once a year; one these years you'll have to put me in new stuff.