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.
Stripping off the layers.
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.
Looking down into the Valley.
Mountain lion tracks.
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.
Sun breaking on Missoula.
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.
Rupert, wet and wind blown.
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.