Ride 'em, cowboy.
A temperature inversion, but it was still cold where we were. Can you tell that there's a city of one-million people there?
Making our way on Red Baldy, in White Pine drainage, to ski a couloir---hence the title...
Couloir = booting.
The snow was what it was. You savour the reality that once the real snow comes we won't be up here in a 40-degree couloir on Red Baldy anymore.
Earning your turns the hard way: on the way up, but also on the way down. Making trenches in facets is technically skiing because you have skis on your feet, even if they feel like two toboggans on your feet....
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