A view across the pass shows a nice perspective of where we found the good snow. The rain crust would have reached up to just above the higher reaches of the power line (note thin white line entering from left). The sweet spot continued all the way to just above the shadow line where the last hemlocks cling. Above that is wind hammered, though we found the snowline descent a little higher on our side of the pass.
Jack scores some air. (Click to enlarge)
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Pete makes his way through the dwarfed and twisted hemlocks. (Click to enlarge)
The rest of the weekend was spent in recovery mode from events that may or may not have occurred in the nether region between the year's 2009 and 2010, though I found the resolve to hold down the restart button, putting in a 30k ski in town on Saturday.
In other news, this will be the last post until Jan. 17. In the preceding three months I've forgotten to mention that I'll be heading to the southwest on Monday. I'll be spending a week and half camping and hiking in Joshua Tree National Park, the Coconino National Forest and Coronado National Forest with Rachel.
May the desert sun have mercy on my pasty white complexion and the Kenai Gods rejoice in my temporary departure by showering the peninsula with white in my absence.
Happy New Year!
1 comment:
Terrific post, Dante! Some of my greybeard buddies would call it 'old man air', no grab, no jib, just a little air.
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