Rob and Sydney came down from Golden, so I decided to show them an area my buddy Luke and I have doing our best to track out over the last few days. I think they were OK with it 
The day started off badly for me. I started gunning my snowmobile across some flats below a good sized hill, but forgot that this year’s huge snowfall hasn’t covered ALL the creeks. I saw it at the last minute, braked as hard as I could, then jumped ship as my sled went airborne into the opposite side of the creekbed. I should have jumped a second earlier:
At least I didn’t break my leg, I know people who have gotten really hurt doing the same thing. Here’s the zone we headed to:
We tandem-highmarked as far as we could under the “poop chute” on the left, then the passenger would dive off, and the driver would steer the sled back down, hit the kill switch, and let the sled ghostride back down. Unless you’re Rob, in which case you forget to kill the engine and you have to ski back down and do it again.
Rob’s sled was hungry for some tree, so it grabbed a bite on its’ way down:
We booted up the rest of the way:
Luke loves skiing the Triangle, since the view from his house looks right at it (cliffed-out face on the left):
He even called up his girlfriend and had her shoot some video from their bedroom window. Too funny. Here’s Luke a little closer-up:
Wait, where did he go?
Oh, there he is:
Sydney, enjoying some exposure…
…and the apron:
Rob, laying down an arc up top…
… and making some slough to play in (he’s between the trees):
OK, enough of that, let’s go back up the bootpack and hit the other side. This line is right next to the bootpack, so I couldn’t take it anymore and decided to ski it:
One thing Colorado lacks is spines. So I slashed into this one as hard as I could 
Fun exit of the spine and into the chute:
My run looked so fun, Rob decided to follow:
Meanwhile, Luke went higher and dropped into his line (look for the snow spray up top):
Blazing out the bottom:
We went back up for another lap. I decided to check something else out, thought better of it, and by the time I made it back to the line that Luke hit on lap #2, everyone had dropped it already, so no more pics, other than the carnage afterwards:
On our way out, we couldn’t help but admire these tracks on the Wang Chung face:
The skiing has been so good, I decided to ski some crappy wind-affected snow on a fourteener in the Sawatch, because I’m demented like that, more on that later…
