It was supposed to snow at various points throughout the weekend, so in our infinite wisdom, the plan was to hit White Baldy on Saturday. On looking out of the window at 6am on Saturday, this did not seem like a good idea, so NA and I went to Porter in search of trees.
We made a leisurely ascent to the main slide path run out. A couple of inches had fallen during the night and whilst the visibility was good, the ceiling was quite low, keeping temperatures cool. In the following hours we lapped the crap out of East West Porter. For some reason there weren't any tracks in it (there hadn't been enough snow / wind to cover stuff up), and there was no one else around. The camera didn't make an appearance as we were too busy skiing as many of the steep lines of the ridge as we could find, and in the process, skiing a lot of very nice powder. Quite predictably the day's objective became 10k, which was attained late afternoon.
And that was that: the end of a huge week. In the 6 days starting Monday, I had clocked up 51,600' of vertical or 8,600' per outing. 3 days exceeded 10k and in all those (big!) turns there was a lot of powder and not a lot of breakable / junk.