The snow pack is thin, the weather crazy, and work onerous. But the skiing remains thoroughly enjoyable. Walking through the spring clouds has allowed a glimpse into PNW conditions and I'm learning that I'm quite the pussy when it comes to being cold and wet. It's good though since I'm being forced to learn a thing or two about staying warm and dry.
|Nearing the top of the Cold Fusion Couloir on a nice blustery day|
|Looking for Lone Peak as snow piles high on my pack|
|Teague still looking skinny even though he's all layered up with Gore Tex|
|Self portrait on Lone Peak's South Summit - Still cold in spite of a helmet, goggles, buff, beanie, base layer, speed suit, hoody, puffy, gore tex shell, wind pants, and big gloves. A few sunny 70 degree days have made me soft.|
|The true summit just didn't seem worth the effort...now I'm getting soft and lazy|
|For a brief second, the clouds parted. Too bad we were skiing to the left rather than the right.|
|Teague's grainy silhouette just before he disappeared|