6:00 a.m. and it's FREEZING.
Cold Arctic Air
has overtaken the region
I've got "responsibilities"
so I sign up when Dan calls for an "Early Morning Pow Run?"
A quick coffee and some chatter about the young ones and we're off -
even colder as we drive south to toward Crowley
each breath is frozen smoke
morning light filters into the sky - onto McGee
The chute is much larger from inside - the chokes much steeper
the playground vast.
but the glue on my skins is frozen. worthless.
The ski simply slides around with each step, as if I'm an idiot.
Another steep choke - the force rips a fastner through a skin - the skin pops off my ski
super lame malfunction.
It's only about 8, with hours left - Dan skins on up ahead - I boot.
and boot. and boot. through knee deep - crawling at times.
waiting for him to get to the top and ski back to wherever I arrive.
I'm exhausted. happy.
He returns.
I scope out a shot I'll take next time here.
We ski back to the car.
30 minutes later we're back.
we've both got diapers to change.