A malfunctioning Subaru forced Andy and I to abandon our plans to ski Hatcher Pass and opt instead to head up to Arctic Valley, as it was looking pretty well covered from town all week.  It was a good reminder of the phenomenon that snow always looks a lot thicker and more plentiful from 7 to 8 miles away.  Anyway, the skiing was a lot better then it looked from the parking lot, and it was really nice just to skin up something.