We received about 4 inches of fresh powder yesterday while I worked. When I woke up I jumped out of bed and put my skis on. Well not exactly. I lounged around the house until 12:30 or so, then clambered outside. I hit a new low today when I accepted a package from the FedEx man in my long johns. My pride thrown out the window in trade for a package.
Skiing was awesome. The woods were quiet and I cut new tracks along the river. Occasionally a pine tree threw a snowball at me and freed its branch when I skied near it.
There were all sorts of treasures in them there hills.
This is the view from the hill in back of the old homestead.
Next off to the little ski area next to my house. It still operates on a quasi-private basis, mostly on the weekends. During the week, it’s all mine.
This is the first rusted equipment I found on my journey. It’s right below an abandoned ski lift. Supports still stand on the hill but there aren’t any chairs.
This guy never made it up the hill.
The newer equipment still shines. Here’s the gear to get you up the hill. Notice the benches in the bed of the truck? Sweet.
I’m glad I had a chance to play in the snow today. It’s supposed to be 50 f and raining the next couple of days.