mapadu
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The usual suspects went for a tour behind the house yesterday. It was me and my dog, Winter, who headed out the door sometime just before 3pm.
The goal: From above treeline, watch the sun set and inspect some north facing trees afterward. Both were surprisingly good. From the spork in the usual road, we went right instead of left and skinning from there was a biatch. But looks over my shoulder revealed Red Mountain?s Heart Shaped Box that we often visit.
Nice new angle on something familiar.
We wallowed up deep sugar all the way; through undulating forest too steep at times to grip. I hadn?t suspected the skiing would be too good, but at least I?d see a golden sundown. Clouds were scattered, yet thick. The perfect canvas.
And it bears repeating: Sometimes, the world is so beautiful that it hurts.
Remarkably, something even more magical followed. We descended at the pale light of dusk into dense forest and found float through that sweet sugar to be smooth, velvety and consistent. Changes of direction coming every few fast feet down. Trees ablur. It skied beautifully ? dare I say, as good as powder. In a way, better.
With that, a classic point-and-chute run ran down as dark descended and my tails clapped down the staircase to my friendly front door. Clack clack clack. Then I went and got Fockerized.
The goal: From above treeline, watch the sun set and inspect some north facing trees afterward. Both were surprisingly good. From the spork in the usual road, we went right instead of left and skinning from there was a biatch. But looks over my shoulder revealed Red Mountain?s Heart Shaped Box that we often visit.
Nice new angle on something familiar.
We wallowed up deep sugar all the way; through undulating forest too steep at times to grip. I hadn?t suspected the skiing would be too good, but at least I?d see a golden sundown. Clouds were scattered, yet thick. The perfect canvas.
And it bears repeating: Sometimes, the world is so beautiful that it hurts.
Remarkably, something even more magical followed. We descended at the pale light of dusk into dense forest and found float through that sweet sugar to be smooth, velvety and consistent. Changes of direction coming every few fast feet down. Trees ablur. It skied beautifully ? dare I say, as good as powder. In a way, better.
With that, a classic point-and-chute run ran down as dark descended and my tails clapped down the staircase to my friendly front door. Clack clack clack. Then I went and got Fockerized.