Showing posts with label go ski. Show all posts
Showing posts with label go ski. Show all posts
It's D's b-day weekend, yes birthday's last a weekend around here. We were stoked to get out of dodge, and lucky for us it's also a 3-day weekend--thank you MLK! We started off at TK's cabin up Hobble Creek. It's the perfect quick escape only 20 minutes and you're out of town, out of smog, away from the masses, without reception, and in the winter surrounded by endless possibilities for touring.
We spent the night skinning in by starlight, catching up with friends around the wood burning stove, and snacking to our hearts content. That morning we scouted some lines, I had a few snowballs thrown my way, and enjoyed basking in our T's in the 40 degree sun rays.
There's something magical about snow covered grounds, I've loved them since I was little. Granted a big part of growing up in VA is with a mere 1 in of snow either equals a 2 hour delay or no school for the day :) I remember during the winters going to bed every night wishing the next morning I'd wake up to fresh fallen snow. My friends and I would plan after school, <<don't forget before you go to bed 1)turn your PJ's inside out 2)do the snow dance>>. Moving out west normal amounts of snowfall were what my child self would've considered a blizzard!
As we've started spending more and more time in Southeast UT, it has grown to be one of my favorite places to spend winters as well. The blend of red and green with an added white element resulting in new methods for exploring the country.
With skis, in dire need of grinding, strapped to the top of the runner we headed a couple hours south to 700 vertical feet of sand aka Little Sahara. Without any motors to get up the hill, we planned for a late night start when there was relief from the sun. However, driving up to the dunes in the dark they were swarming with ATV lights creeping like ants into their hill. Arriving at the base we strapped our skis to our backs and started weaving our way up the ridge to the night sounds of crickets, motors, and echoing sounds of Beiber. The ride down was definitely far short of epic, but worth the experience of saying we did it. We did a final run in the wee hours of the morning, sans motors and Beiber, when the camp was in deep hung over state. The sight was beautiful, another natural oddity of sorts.
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