Dug a snow pit this morning and read the layers right

Slope was facing northeast, about 32 degrees — the kind that pretends to be safe. The facets were hiding under a stubborn crust like they always do in March. Called it unstable and turned around; no one else on the team argued. It's not a heroic thing, just the small satisfaction of a snowpack that tells the truth if you ask it politely with a saw.