Graupel

Utah USA - Date

My Cheeks Sting!

Memories of a teachers slap, caused by an inappropriately covered school book, returns to mind.

Tucking my ear to my shoulder and shielding my face, I ride through the graupel filled air, dreaming of a warm cabin and a steaming pot of coffee.

Graupel falls like hail, rides like powder and pools into hollows like polystyrene balls. It hurts when it hits, but that’s nothing compared to the potential for destruction the pooling creates. Fresh snow on top of very cold graupel gives you the perfect conditions for a softslab slide.

Remember, today’s surface shitfest is tomorrow’s buried weak layer!