I had every intention to take a mellow tour into the hills outside of town this morning and find some soft tree runs. Well, AfroMullet had a better idea, and I'm a sucker for a good idea.
So today we skied Shit for Brains. We approached from the pass, which was an extremely pleasant ridge cruise. That last half mile was bitch, but I'll spare you the description. Lets just say this: exposure makes you feel alive, and I'm pretty sure my adrenalin reserves are all cashed out for now...
Anyway, the line was a blast. The snow was pretty awful. Four inches of thick, heavy (but still soft) day-old pow, on top of a totally bomber, hard-ass base. Created a survival skiing situation, but it was still fun as hell. At the bottom we were finally able to open it up.
I'd also like to stress to the masses how small a world this is, and espically within the skiing community, it seems like you're always running into people you know. Well, we were catching our breath and admiring our line from the bottom clearing, when all of a sudden we realize there is someone skiing up to us. I turn around to say hi, and then realize, HOLY SHIT!!! Its LoneStar!!!! Him and SheRa had just made some beautiful turns down Margerie's (I think that's what that area is called, anyway). This world is a strange place, let me tell you!
Anyway, it was great to see you today Brent, and SheRa, wish I could have joined you for those beers! Now, on to the pictures!!!!
While crusing the ridge, with Torreys and Greys looming over.
Sitting on top, with A Bay far below.
AfroMullet, dropping in
And the exit. Those are my turns running out the apron.
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