We had the traditional post sunset ski in West Yellowstone after arriving earlier today. I thought that I wasn't really excited to ski because I'd gone skiing on Friday but as soon as I put on my skis and headed down the road on the High Plateau I was giddy enough to put some serious spring in my kick. Although everyone said it was good enough for race skis I opted for my rock skis since one pair of race skis is enough to ruin before December. I'm sure race skis would have come through fine but there were definitely a few parts of the trail that weren't snow colored. Not that I could see very well since there wasn't much of a moon and my very nice headlamp serves as a receptacle for dead batteries. 40min out I was a little worried since it was getting quite dark and we had a short stint of L3 to do on the way back. A light came bobbing down the trail and it looked to be about small girl height up from the snow. Maybe Taz, who earlier in the ski had informed us that she was 5' 3 1/2". Five minutes into the conversation she asserted that she was actually 5' 3 and three quarters of an inch. Or, to clarify, "I'm 5'3 1/2" but closer to 5'4" than 5'3", I guess you could call me a tall 5'3 1/2"." Which I thought was cute enough to belong in an A.A. Milne book. Anyway, this light looked liked it belonged to someone about a little taller than 5'3 1/2" and it was Taz. Taz & Duser, actually, although Duser was without headlamp also so I didn't notice her at first. I spun around and we did our L3 together. Duser and I fluttered around the glow from the Taz lantern like nervous moths.