I walked from work to my car, changed to skis to the summit, descended back to my car and then drove home. So in the time it took my friend to drive in to work this morning (fighting terrible traffic in Denver), I was able to ski 1200 feet of dense powder, breakable crust, bushes, and rocks, and still make it to sleep before he punched in.
Today makes the third day in a row that I've been out and haven't seen a single person on skis. We really must be going to some stupid spots!
|Jason fighting breakable crust, avoiding rock and bushes...all in a good morning's commute|
|Jason doing his Gangnam impression|