Tuesday, March 8, 2011

The Southern Wasatch with Family

The associated ridge lines east of Freedom peak---god bless America.

Enjoying our last day in Utah...

The generations watch the ridge line's lee

Sweet abandoned snow machine

My father-in-law is quite a guy. He walks five miles a day, almost every day. Its his morning practice, neither rain nor cold.

The previous day's storm left an icy wonderland.


I look forward to coming back here with my mountain bike in Summer.

The cottonwoods of every river valley in Utah...

An old snow cave---a remnant of some boy scout expedition undoubtedly...

Monday, March 7, 2011

Wasatch Backcountry Powder Day

Fat skis

Skinnier skis

Aspens on the approach to Gobbler's proper

Good times.

Ready to shred.

Maryann's amazing turkey sandwiches. Thanks Maryann!

Having not skied on real backcountry touring gear in powder for three years---Gatineau park nordic skiing does not count---I was a bit rusty. This led to a wipeout and a ski hitting me in the chin. After being hit in the face, I remembered how to ski better, and my turns started to look a bit more like Ben's:

Friday, March 4, 2011

An Open Letter to the Flatness of Ottawa

Dear Ottawa,

You have a lot of nice things: parks, rivers, restaurants, culture, urbanity, nice people, cozyness... All this makes me like you, enjoy you. It feels pleasant. That's all.

But when I am in the mountains...