Here I am
Who would have thought it would be gone so soon? But this is it. The end. It's over. Capeesh. Capoot. No more.
After a day off following our epic on Mt. Green Nathaniel, Jenn, Maciej and I skinned back up the Loop drainage for mellower terrain on a higher ave day.
My first day ski-mountaineering in the Canadian Rockies. Never again, I swore to myself.
Stealth Bowl when my oldest (the Pollock) and newest (the Prime Minister of Pow) ski partners meet.
Looking for warmer climes and powder reserves in Grand Teton National Park after a week of -20F bluebird skies and no snow.
As we drove up the pass, I told Reid "I'm not going to have a single day at a resort this year," with not a little bit pride in my voice.
How wrong I was.
When it's really cold out, T-shirts are the only layer that'll keep you warm enough.
Maybe counting after "one" is unnecessary. The Do-Its, Thanksgiving Bowl, Jackson Hole Birthday Parties, and Glory's Shovel.
The first day of winter: a reminder that "climber" isn't my only hat.
"If I ever made a skintrack like this, you'd tell me, right?" Mt Oliver, my first shuttle run, and a quiet announcement
After two weeks off, I get back out to Teton Pass with Chris, Jake, and Matt to ski the Do-Its and Whale's Tail.