Day 64: I moved here so I wouldn't have to ski conditions like what I skied today.
Porcelain. No other word applies better. Flat light, 22ºF. Groomers were tooth-rattling. Ungroomed was worse. Even the smooth stuff was rock solid. With little hope of softening before the 2 p.m. close time, Dale and I bid Skidog and Bobby Danger farewell after only three runs.
That's my only ski day this weekend even though the weather looks far more promising for softening over the next couple of days, for I'm grabbing Mrs. Admin and the dogs and heading into the desert tomorrow for a couple of days car camping in the southern San Rafael Swell. I much prefer backpacking, but there's something to be said for a couple of bottles of wine, rib eye steak with baked potatoes and corn on the cob, fresh raspberry pancakes and bacon, etc., etc. -- it sure beats a freeze-dried dinner. The truck's all packed and ready to go. I'm hopeful that we'll find solitude on BLM land south of the Copper Globe Mine near the Red Canyon overlook.
Porcelain. No other word applies better. Flat light, 22ºF. Groomers were tooth-rattling. Ungroomed was worse. Even the smooth stuff was rock solid. With little hope of softening before the 2 p.m. close time, Dale and I bid Skidog and Bobby Danger farewell after only three runs.
That's my only ski day this weekend even though the weather looks far more promising for softening over the next couple of days, for I'm grabbing Mrs. Admin and the dogs and heading into the desert tomorrow for a couple of days car camping in the southern San Rafael Swell. I much prefer backpacking, but there's something to be said for a couple of bottles of wine, rib eye steak with baked potatoes and corn on the cob, fresh raspberry pancakes and bacon, etc., etc. -- it sure beats a freeze-dried dinner. The truck's all packed and ready to go. I'm hopeful that we'll find solitude on BLM land south of the Copper Globe Mine near the Red Canyon overlook.
