The winds dropped enough on Wednesday for the RAL guys to get the upper mountain open but that came to a grinding halt by mid afternoon. Riding up the Valley T meant a severe pelting by flying ice needles. Ouch. But there was a little windblown powder to make the pain worthwhile.
As hope of more snow and less wind fades, cabin fever is setting in. Being on the mountain is not like being in Ohakune or National Park where you can jump in the car and head to the pub or the movies. Going outside is like being shoved into a very cold wind tunnel.
Running a lodge means regular drops of fresh food. Usually it is something that's worked around the ski day, but in weather like this it's a welcome diversion to get outside - even if it means a hard slog uphill on unstable snow in gale force winds with 6 dozen eggs in your pack.
At least there's the internet (constant scanning of weather sites for latest updates), books, DVDs, and old-fashioned card games with a bit of recreational eating and drinking on the side - amazing how hungry you get doing nothing.
No matter how bad the cabin fever, there's the hope the wind will drop, the snow will fall and you will ski out the door on a bluebird day into the bliss of untracked powder.