The relentless tears, the daily dances, the barbaric sacrifices and the totemic tribal chanting has been received well by Ullr. Grace be upon his sacred magesty for having delivered thy glorious powders to Buffalo Pass. Never has 8 inches of pow felt so good. One cat ripped up freshies all day long. If you’re coming to visit us in the next few days, be grateful Ullr the god of snow has been so kind to us here in NW Colorado.