Day 24, sort of: You've gotta know when to fold 'em
Another day with Marc_C, Pat, Tirolerpeter and Kingslug. Bobby was hiking and skiing Superior. I awoke and was surprised by the overcast, even more surprised to look out the kitchen window and see Nef's Canyon socked in. It was spitting snow when I left the house, and by the time I got midway up the canyon roads were snow-covered.
We rendezvoused at the standard 9 am GMD meet and headed out.
Freezing fog. Everywhere. No escape. It was like skiing in an omnipresent wet snow gun. Had to stop every 100 yards to scrape off the goggles to see anything. Pity, too, for the snow was nice, but it just wasn't worth the misery.
I left after two runs on Collins. Marc_C and Pat left after three runs. There's always "tomorrow."
Another day with Marc_C, Pat, Tirolerpeter and Kingslug. Bobby was hiking and skiing Superior. I awoke and was surprised by the overcast, even more surprised to look out the kitchen window and see Nef's Canyon socked in. It was spitting snow when I left the house, and by the time I got midway up the canyon roads were snow-covered.
We rendezvoused at the standard 9 am GMD meet and headed out.
Freezing fog. Everywhere. No escape. It was like skiing in an omnipresent wet snow gun. Had to stop every 100 yards to scrape off the goggles to see anything. Pity, too, for the snow was nice, but it just wasn't worth the misery.
I left after two runs on Collins. Marc_C and Pat left after three runs. There's always "tomorrow."