Where to go, where to go?
Jeremy and I debated this very question last night, eventually deciding on “Let’s talk it over in the morning.” Morning came and Jeremy suggested the Playground, and that was the plan. Thankfully I had dug my snowmobile out a couple of days before, because this is what it looked like (still not dug out from the early January storm):
As we began our journey up the valley, a funny thing happened. The 6 inches of new at the trailhead became 12, and then 24, and then we couldn’t see a damn thing and were struggling to breathe through the faceshot that never ended on the sleds. Screw going all the way out to the playground, we’ve got epic skiing in close. And that was the day. Sorry to all you folks with slow connections, I had a hard time deciding which photos to put up, so I just put almost all of them up.
Me:
I’m short, but I’m not THAT short:
Jeremy’s turn:
Even the skin track was making me giddy:
4 laps later, back to the snowmobiles and some really cool fog while the sun sets on Ruby.
Yet another storm is supposed to come through starting tomorrow. I’ve never NOT wanted it to snow so badly in my whole life. A warm SW storm on top of fluff like that… ugg. If heaven is a place on Earth, I’m pretty sure that Billy was making turns with Jeremy and I today.
