mapadu
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Yesterday was a full one for me and I didn?t wake until 10:30 this morning. I almost decided to stay in and relax, but the snow outside sparkled in the sunshine and I was drawn to it.
I love the sound of skis slapping down just before clicking in. They made that noise when I dropped them right outside my front door today, and I skinned up my driveway. On up the road I went, with Winter-dog in tow. We cut through the neighbor?s yard, up their kids? sliding hill (those plastic sleds lay down a great skin track, btw) and picked up a narrow, snowy road through the trees.
It switched back and forth many times up the side of a mountain, passing by some mining ruins along the way.
As we emerged above treeline, Winter was licking her chops at what we could see.
It was a high alpine meadow, rolling into shallow gullies which had some powder trapped and waiting to be blemished. It wasn?t super deep or anything, but the windswept fields were mostly devoid of rocks and had grass gently poking through.
The snow below the cornice was deeper, and the entrance was pretty fun.
Winter followed me directly and you can see where she landed before taking one stride and leaping into my track. What a happy little girl.
We traversed a bit below that to get into one of those snow-traps and the turns were creamy-smooth.
We traversed into another gully below that for more of the same, and then angled back toward the way we came up. Skiing down that mining road was a throwback to the classic trails cut in Vermont. It was about 800 vertical feet of narrow, twisting S-turns down a good pitch through the trees all the way back to my development. It was almost too much fun.
When we were done with that, we crossed back through our neighbor?s yard, paralleled their sled tracks, turned into our yard and came to a stop exactly where we began ? between the buried horseshoe pits in my front yard, ten feet from the door.
Then we ate turkey.
I love the sound of skis slapping down just before clicking in. They made that noise when I dropped them right outside my front door today, and I skinned up my driveway. On up the road I went, with Winter-dog in tow. We cut through the neighbor?s yard, up their kids? sliding hill (those plastic sleds lay down a great skin track, btw) and picked up a narrow, snowy road through the trees.
It switched back and forth many times up the side of a mountain, passing by some mining ruins along the way.
As we emerged above treeline, Winter was licking her chops at what we could see.
It was a high alpine meadow, rolling into shallow gullies which had some powder trapped and waiting to be blemished. It wasn?t super deep or anything, but the windswept fields were mostly devoid of rocks and had grass gently poking through.
The snow below the cornice was deeper, and the entrance was pretty fun.
Winter followed me directly and you can see where she landed before taking one stride and leaping into my track. What a happy little girl.
We traversed a bit below that to get into one of those snow-traps and the turns were creamy-smooth.
We traversed into another gully below that for more of the same, and then angled back toward the way we came up. Skiing down that mining road was a throwback to the classic trails cut in Vermont. It was about 800 vertical feet of narrow, twisting S-turns down a good pitch through the trees all the way back to my development. It was almost too much fun.
When we were done with that, we crossed back through our neighbor?s yard, paralleled their sled tracks, turned into our yard and came to a stop exactly where we began ? between the buried horseshoe pits in my front yard, ten feet from the door.
Then we ate turkey.