Puking. Barfing. Vomitting. That's how I'm describing today's weather here in Colorado. After a late start and a white knuckle drive up to Breckenridge I skinned up about 1,500' late in the afternoon. I figured I'd hit my favorite Breck tree shot (which pales in comparison to anything at MRG). Trouble was, the knee deep snow was just too deep to ski through. I think I need fat skis. However, even with fat skis cousin Jason had trouble skiing off Peak 10 with the deep snow. Plan for tomorrow is for me, Jason and Matt to ski Keystone.