This ski rocks. Hit Crystal on a typical day. Heavy fog bank. Blowing snow. Crusted up goggles. Lack of visibility.
Ripped into the wet, crusty, wind blown, ice balls, death cookie, sloppy, wank, stank and mank. This ski handled it all. Cruising back on the groomer was a blast. Carved some deep railroad tracks. This ski likes to turn. Keep it on edge and you're a happy camper.![]()
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