On the 3rd day, we awoke to about a foot of fresh powder as it had snowed the entire night. The wind had also picked up, which made it very hard to go down the mountain at times. At one point, I actually had to stop and sit down because I couldn't see a thing going down one of the slopes. Morgan continued in snowboard lessons and also met a friend the day before who went to dinner with us that night. By this point, Mo was getting to be better at riding than I was.
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