Then, there it was, the ocean, the end of the snow. A clear line, the beginning of one, the end of another.
We take what the sun offers, like beggars on some street corner, we toil under her blue lid, we toil under her cousin the sky and we wait, we wait for the snow to fall.
The skiing exceeds all my expectations. Knee deep every day, hip deep every other day, each day filled with endless untracked powder.
After a pair of false starts in the past few days, days spent slogging rather than skiing, we finally started to skiing in earnest! Today we went with Jennifer, Lance and Charis to an area on Thompson Pass called Vertigo. The snow was great, the weather just fine, the light a little flat. The amazing […]
The crew and 30+ inches of snow…time to shovel! There has been some debate going on in this household over the past few weeks. You see my father and his wife, Susan, are coming to Valdez for the week between Christmas and New Years. The question at hand is: should they bring their touring skis […]