A quick Memorial Day weekend road trip that circled the center of the state. We stopped at Mystic Hot Springs, Bryce Canyon National Park, and Coyote Gulch, all places that we want to revisit, again and again. The Prickely Pear cacti were blooming like mad. Huge pink blossoms flaunted their delicate petals to a dry, abrasive landscape. Continue reading
Well, just got back from the west desert. We went to ski Deseret Peak. Our timing was perfect except for the fact that the road is closed. We opted out of walking the 4 extra miles to the trail-head. Then we felt obliged to drive around in a futile attempt to find somewhere else to ski. We found a short cut that tooks us over to Ophir canyon, where we knew the access would be good, but the snow there was too far away as well.
Deer Valley rules this time of year. It’s about the only easy place to go lap a few quick runs with the pooch. Unfortunately, the powder porpoise has only been up for one hit wonders these days. About a year ago she jumped out of a second story window. Recently the injury has been resurfacing. It’s changed the way I look at skiing, but it’s great to know that her enthusiasm for our outings is not waning. Continue reading
My Buddy DH-1 just sent me this painful photo of his tracks from a solo tour on Mount Nebo. Of the 3 or 4 times I’ve skied this area, I never had snow as good as this. And the beauty of his single line just kills me. Funny thing is that these look like little turns, when in reality, the turns are about the average size. It’s the bowl that’s much bigger than you would imagine.
Big round o’ applause to the big DH!
Two times now I’ve had to cancel planned spring trips to the sierras, so when this one was suddenly falling apart days before departure, I suddenly realized that it could quite possibly be now or never.
So with newfound determination, I hurridly planned out the trip in the day or two before departure. I impressed myself by rounding up a fat library of topo maps to the sierras, detailed Delornes road map books for Utah, Nevada, and Northern California (to support my addiction to back-roads and “short-cuts”). I had two different guide books to touring in the Sierras, a guide book to hot springs in California and Nevada. Most importantly, I had a guidebook to help plan for the next big trip, to Morocco, Africa.
In concept, I really like planning, organizing and carefully packing for trips. In practice, however, I consider myself lucky if I remembered to pack my sleeping bag and know which airline I’m on when I arrive at the airport. So, as we drove across Nevada I was very proud of myself for amassing such a complete collection. I was confident we’d be able to navigate any obscure back road or hidden couloir California or Nevada could throw at us.
So when we chatted with some California fisherman in a hot spring in the middle of the Nevada desert, it was a little disappointing to hear that there was very little snow left in the Sierras, and to realize that I had totally neglected to even ponder, wonder or research this tiny little detail.
Plenty more ski picts here Continue reading