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 …


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.

Back in the Saddle

After being sidelined for two weeks with a stubborn flu virus, I finally got out today for a few laps up at Lolo. Lungs still aren't in top form, but it's not proper to complain when you have blue skies, fresh powder, and the mountains.