After skiing Superbowl on day one of their vacation, and with clouds down south but sunshine over the Talkeetnas, I drove my cousins up to crowded Hatcher Pass yesterday.  We parked at Independence Mine, they each took a couple laps on both sides of the road, while I sat in the parking lot sipping stouts while giving out some basic directions.  It took some time to sort out the sun crust and get past some skin issues, which combined with a typically late start meant they were skiing till 8:30, but still managing to find good light and fresh snow on every run.  From down in the parking lot, the extended light made it felt like the first day of spring. Video of Mike’s last line bellow, more to follow soon.