Tracks, Sastrugi, and Blue Skies

A day backcountry skiing in the Bitterroot mountains.

It was the opposite of a powder day. Lots of survival skiing through rocks and downed trees. But that’s not the point.

The point was a gorgeous warm day in the mountains, six hours of moving, no other humans, the sun shining, and skirting the tracks of mountain lions along the ridges. One of my favorite things about winter is that brief record of how animals move through a place, especially evasive ones such as this.

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Grounded

Overworked, lacking sleep (blame it all on the flu putting me way behind), I pushed on, turned in my projects at 3, grabbed the guest dog and hit some thawed-out, muddy running trails. Thirty-minute fix to everything. Followed it up with a bouldering session and I am a restored woman.

 

 

Storm Survival

Snow raging in the high country today, with high avalanche danger. Down in the valley, rain prevails. But dog sitting for a border collie is a good motivator for a walk, hood cinched tight.