This morning we went to The Pipeline, our favorite local stash. The guy who plows the road put in a new gate this year. We appreciate the fact that he purchased the model friendly to those in ski boots.
If we could open the gate, we could drive in. But instead we ski. It is better this way.
The bottom half of the pitch. A blank canvas, though a little gloomy-looking.
All traces of the previous skin track was gone. The guy with the fattest skis must go first.
First tracks and second tracks.
TD has the slarve-slalom going on, while I am more of the big GS turn school of thought.
There is a lot of room for expression here.
Another? Of course! TD sporting the hand-me-down shades (from his son), completing the matching goggle/jacket/hat steeze.
And another. Up.
Well, it is looking a bit tracked out. Time for lunch. What a fantastic morning!
By the miracle of air travel, I was swimming in the Caribbean Sea on Thursday and skiing in the Hinterlandian forest today. It's going to be a late spring up here. Lakes are still locked up tight with ice, snow is persisting in the shaded areas and winter is only barely loosening its grip. For some of us, this is good. Hidden Bump has been closed for two weeks and still has full coverage, so some after hours earned turns will be next on the agenda.
After work today, I went for the "three hills tour" of our little paradise. On skis, I climbed up Secret Hill, which seemed like a better idea than skiing down. I didn't take any pictures of Bonk Hill but did manage a few hop turns down there. Telemark Hill was a bit vegetated.
There were lots of wolf tracks, many fresher than than this. I kept a close eye on the dog.
I am glad to see the beavers are back. Hopefully they will stick around this time.