136cm of new snow (according to the Whitewater snow accumulator) during our week at the Ymir Lodge
made for highly engaged stability assessments, an endlessly replenishing run selection, thigh burning trenching on the up-track, and a higher than usual quotient of crotch tickling turns. A week removed from the constant distractions of the modern world served as a psychic reset, and the spacious and well appointed Lodge remains one of the best deals in skiing.
If you’re prepared to take your chances ducking and weaving through the shrubbery it’s easy to ski powder for days at Red Mountain Resort, but it doesn’t always go to plan. Yesterday I took a branch in the face that required a visit to the ER. Yowch.
I’ve been more focused on skiing than blogging these past few weeks, but here’s a few pics from a 5 day 50th birthday (not mine, yet) trip in the Goat Range during the recent deep freeze. With stable conditions and a motivated group, we got a lot done. Photos by Dave and Terry.
With another deep freeze upon us, it’s damn cold in the shade and whenever exposed to that biting north wind, but there’s still some sweetness to be found in our local mountains.
The Powder skirt comes in handy.
Dave, Field of Dreams.
And then the sun came out. Remarkably little wind effect, and cold dry powder on every aspect and elevation, making nearly impossible to make a bad turn in the local backcountry. Finished the day dropping all the way in Patterson.
The joy of living in an uninsulated cabin.
Lapping perfect powder gets monotonous for some. So instead we sledded into a new (for us) drainage in the Valhallas, breaking deep trail until the sleds got stuck, continued slogging on skis until we ran out of day, and got one run in on a steep clear-cut.