mapadu
New member
3-20-05
Another day ended by skiing at dusk down a mountain through some trees eventually spilling to a road to my home in a secluded snowy neighborhood.
But first it began on a lift. A ski lift of all things. Expecting throngs of spring breakers, the full-at-9am parking lot did not fail to disappoint. But free skiing is free skiing, I reminded myself, can?t complain about that.
My first lift ride of the year was at Copper Mountain, in the company of three guys from somewhere else. One of them, clad in blue jeans and a camouflage jacket, spoke to his friends with a drawl about some guy he knows that is ?such a redneck.? There had to be a Jeff Foxworthy joke in there somewhere, but I just giggled on the inside and enjoyed the views.
The throngs, as it turned out, only seemed to gather at the base areas, and most of them weren?t even in line. Hardly any people were on the trails and chairs were occasionally empty. ?Spring break? and ?weekend? combined not for the projected double whammy, but the surprise pleasantness of room to breathe.
Multiple laps of cruising and carving recreated the long forgotten exhilaration of speed, arcing this way and that. The tree runs, while beaten down some, were forgiving, soft, and mentally stimulating.
(fyi, bold blue = click here for video)
Here?s a single frame for those not seeing the click-able vid:
Four hours of dipping in and out of trees gave way to heading home and the 1,500? tour that waited there. Broke out above treeline around 6pm to find clouds spilling over peaks from the west and obscuring the colorful sky with gray.
A good sunset is such a fleeting thing. A picture with a two-second shutter made it look interesting, but the grand finale was more of a fizzle.
So we headed down the powdery meadow, into a dark entanglement of forest full of untracked vagueness.
A nice little adventure. Of course, though, it was finite and soon it was time to say goodnight.
Another day ended by skiing at dusk down a mountain through some trees eventually spilling to a road to my home in a secluded snowy neighborhood.
But first it began on a lift. A ski lift of all things. Expecting throngs of spring breakers, the full-at-9am parking lot did not fail to disappoint. But free skiing is free skiing, I reminded myself, can?t complain about that.
My first lift ride of the year was at Copper Mountain, in the company of three guys from somewhere else. One of them, clad in blue jeans and a camouflage jacket, spoke to his friends with a drawl about some guy he knows that is ?such a redneck.? There had to be a Jeff Foxworthy joke in there somewhere, but I just giggled on the inside and enjoyed the views.
The throngs, as it turned out, only seemed to gather at the base areas, and most of them weren?t even in line. Hardly any people were on the trails and chairs were occasionally empty. ?Spring break? and ?weekend? combined not for the projected double whammy, but the surprise pleasantness of room to breathe.
Multiple laps of cruising and carving recreated the long forgotten exhilaration of speed, arcing this way and that. The tree runs, while beaten down some, were forgiving, soft, and mentally stimulating.
(fyi, bold blue = click here for video)
Here?s a single frame for those not seeing the click-able vid:
Four hours of dipping in and out of trees gave way to heading home and the 1,500? tour that waited there. Broke out above treeline around 6pm to find clouds spilling over peaks from the west and obscuring the colorful sky with gray.
A good sunset is such a fleeting thing. A picture with a two-second shutter made it look interesting, but the grand finale was more of a fizzle.
So we headed down the powdery meadow, into a dark entanglement of forest full of untracked vagueness.
A nice little adventure. Of course, though, it was finite and soon it was time to say goodnight.