Congratulations!
Today is your day.
You're off to Great Places!
You're off and away!
You have brains in your head.
You have feet in your shoes
You can steer yourself
any direction you choose.
You're on your own. And you know what you know.
And YOU are the guy who'll decide where to go.
.
.
.
So...
be your name Buxbaum or Bixby or Bray
or Mordecai Ali Van Allen O'Shea,
you're off to Great Places!
Today is your day!
Your mountain is waiting.
So...get on your way!
---Dr. Seuss
Whenever you chat with your backcountry partners, do you get into these cool little conversations where you run through ideas on places to go? Usually I have a huge wish list, but lately I've been so busy that I haven't been able to think about the mountains much, let alone get out there for a day. Well, Dave came to the rescue and a couple of the possibilities were in the Gore Range. I love all the mountains of Colorado, but these are closest to my heart.
For those of you that might not know the Gore, it's a little unusual because it's a wild and remote place, even though in very close proximity to Frisco, Silverthorne, Vail Valley - some of the most populated of the mountain areas. Anyway, the range is incredibly beautiful with rugged spires and miles of knife ridges. The skiing there could keep you busy for a lifetime.
So yesterday Dave and I climbed and skied this mountain out of the Pitkin Lake Trailhead - called Outback Peak. (Not Keystone's.)
It was far, like any trip into the Gore. About ten miles round trip and over 4000 vertical feet, topping out at 12,362. Just on the edge of what I can accomplish and stay strong throughout. It is amazing and wonderful how well our bodies respond to mountain climbing. That groove you get into where time is non existent and your mind is perfectly clear. I never feel better than I do when I am a couple of hours into a really good hike. And this one was really good. Hard to believe five hours had passed when I reached the summit.
The weather was perfect. We found snow that was perfect - shady west facing woods. Once again I am struck by the wonderful comraderie of climbing and skiing with Dave. So much fun. Thank you for getting me out and for setting such a nice bootpack and skintrack. I hope we'll be heading into the Gore many more times.
Without further ado, here are a bunch of pictures and I think Dave has some video too. I won't even try to figure out which ones are best - I like all of them. Dave took all these incredible scenic pictures, I just took the ones of him skiing.
Ascent through aspens:
My fabulous, patented skinning technique.![]()
The front side of Vail is over my right shoulder, and over my left is the huge Aspen glade on Bald Mountain. Really want to ski that.
Here's another shot showing some of Vail across the road and I guess that must be Holy Cross in the back. This is actually far away, so Dave's camera has some serious zoom.
Vail again - this time it's Mushroom Bowl, which is just a little out of bounds. Some very cool skiing with huge drops in from the top.
Ok, back to this side of I-70. Here I'm looking down into some east facing couloirs. Good lines there.
Here's the prettiest line we were able to scout for a spring descent. This coulie has got to be close to 2000 feet.
Views from the top - the obligatory point.
Please note that you can't see any dirt on my clothes.
More scenics from the top, and this is just one slice of the Gore.
And then we went skiing. On the open face from the top, the slope angle measured at exactly 25 degrees. But with all the anchors and kinda thin cover, I would've skied even if it was steeper. Snow was slabby.
We skied back the way we came until we got to this huge face of steep woods we had check out on the way up. The snow was so incredibly good in there. I heart trees.
Here's Dave in his happy place.
And me.
And that's it. Well, the trip out the drainage was an adventure, trying not to get stuck in the creek at the bottom or get cliffed out going up too high. And the snow got a little weird like it wanted to move on us, especially where there was sun exposure. But we managed to ski all the way to the trailhead. Good cover. Up there in the woods, there was more snow than the length of my pole.
Really amazing awesome day. Thanks again, Dave.
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