Hoping for the light of a nearly-full moon, it’s almost 4 pm when Ann and I leave for the ski basin. When we get there, it’s snowing pretty hard. This is Ann’s first attempt at a moonlight ski, and heading up the hill into the maw of darkness is against all of her instincts. I’m hoping it will clear up a little, but also very mindful of any deterioration in conditions. We stop just short of Tesuque Peak. It’s still snowing, and quite dark. Not wanting to add wind to the mix, we start back down in the shelter of the trees. It clears up a little on the way down, and we get a view of Santa Fe sparkling below. The snow is mostly soft, and except for one wrong turn onto a stretch of bumps, the run down is ethereal and dreamy.