a morning at shaker wildlife management area!
thursday, as mentioned in the previous post, skip and i ended a great ski, slogging though some wicked sticky snow at the bottom of cardigan. i went to bed that night thinking the cold would dry things out and make friday morning even better than 'the best skiing ever'.
i woke up early and excited, thinking after a quick breakfast i could get right out, up, down, and be at school by building class time. i put together the day's load, school stuff and a lunch curry to take up to ken's after class, and took off. i had my boots on and in the bindings, going across the big field before 7:00a.
with all that early energy i choose the steep, 2nd left to get me up to lost pond even quicker. chugging uphill warmed me up and i stopped to snap a picture of the sun filtering through the snowy trees. i took a selfie so you could see how beautiful i am.
it didn't take too long to get up to the pond, even stopping to take another couple of pictures: one of a snow laden tree and another of my ski pole stuck upright to show snow depth. the black cam lock on the pole is at 21 inches. that particular spot seemed to be about average--i saw a few places where it was buried.
the pond was beautiful, even with the sun behind the clouds...
i put my jacket, hat, and gloves on, buckled up my boots, switched bindings into downhill mode, and pushed off. the snow was about as delightful as one could hope for on the east coast. it was a grand day to be making tracks in the woods.
the only other tracks i saw were from animals of all sizes. mice and deer were the main ones, with occasional squirrels. but as i tipped down one hill i crossed a deep trench disappearing into a jumble of roots and downed trees. as i went by i remembered sawyer and colin's porcupine adventures, managed to stop and go back up to snap a picture.
the snow was only a day old so i figured the critter was in there somewhere sleeping off the storm. the toes on the tracks going in supported that notion. in any case, i was not going to crawl in there like sawyer did to get some face time with a porky. there was way too much snow to be had with almost all of it, going downhill.
it was the right choice. i didn't stop until i thought one more picture might be good to show what 'the glades' looked like. it is one of my favorite places to ski. at one steep point i had snow flying off my front knee as i leaned into turns. by the time i stopped again at the bottom i was feeling like i had finally found the truth
in skip's adage, "best skiing ever!"
back at the truck, boots off, and skis stowed i was already thinking about doing this again tomorrow morning. we had another cold night coming, maybe things would stay--maybe skip could even join me.
thursday, as mentioned in the previous post, skip and i ended a great ski, slogging though some wicked sticky snow at the bottom of cardigan. i went to bed that night thinking the cold would dry things out and make friday morning even better than 'the best skiing ever'.
i woke up early and excited, thinking after a quick breakfast i could get right out, up, down, and be at school by building class time. i put together the day's load, school stuff and a lunch curry to take up to ken's after class, and took off. i had my boots on and in the bindings, going across the big field before 7:00a.
with all that early energy i choose the steep, 2nd left to get me up to lost pond even quicker. chugging uphill warmed me up and i stopped to snap a picture of the sun filtering through the snowy trees. i took a selfie so you could see how beautiful i am.
it didn't take too long to get up to the pond, even stopping to take another couple of pictures: one of a snow laden tree and another of my ski pole stuck upright to show snow depth. the black cam lock on the pole is at 21 inches. that particular spot seemed to be about average--i saw a few places where it was buried.
the pond was beautiful, even with the sun behind the clouds...
i put my jacket, hat, and gloves on, buckled up my boots, switched bindings into downhill mode, and pushed off. the snow was about as delightful as one could hope for on the east coast. it was a grand day to be making tracks in the woods.
the only other tracks i saw were from animals of all sizes. mice and deer were the main ones, with occasional squirrels. but as i tipped down one hill i crossed a deep trench disappearing into a jumble of roots and downed trees. as i went by i remembered sawyer and colin's porcupine adventures, managed to stop and go back up to snap a picture.
the snow was only a day old so i figured the critter was in there somewhere sleeping off the storm. the toes on the tracks going in supported that notion. in any case, i was not going to crawl in there like sawyer did to get some face time with a porky. there was way too much snow to be had with almost all of it, going downhill.
it was the right choice. i didn't stop until i thought one more picture might be good to show what 'the glades' looked like. it is one of my favorite places to ski. at one steep point i had snow flying off my front knee as i leaned into turns. by the time i stopped again at the bottom i was feeling like i had finally found the truth
in skip's adage, "best skiing ever!"
back at the truck, boots off, and skis stowed i was already thinking about doing this again tomorrow morning. we had another cold night coming, maybe things would stay--maybe skip could even join me.
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