Day 3 was Friday, and the third powder day in a row this season. It was about three inches on top of cut-up powder on top of cut-up powder, which can hide some unseen surprises. I hit a lump of buried crud with one ski, which stopped abruptly and sent me flying like a rag doll. Up to that point, I had been making some really pretty tracks, too.
Other than a small kid-friendly terrain park at the bottom, Granby Ranch doesn't appear to be building any other terrain parks this season.
I hit a traffic jam on Berthoud Pass about half-way up in the morning. I've never encountered that in many years of driving Berthoud Pass. Two lanes of slow-and-go the rest of the way to the top. No apparent cause of the bottleneck was seen. On the way down the west side, I followed an Outback who liked to drive in the uphill passing lane most of the time. I kept my distance in case things suddenly got crunchy.