Ship Lake Pass
When you get the following email from your coach at 8:30pm on Friday you know it's going to be a good Saturday...
"Let's meet at Glenn Alps at 8:15 AM
Skate-classic-touring... bring it all!
Looks like it will be cold overnight and warm tomorrow
We will ski 2-4 hrs... bring a little food-H20
Van will depart 7:45
See you in the AM
Erik"
(if anyone has some good rules of thumb for when NOT to stand under a cornice I'm ready to hear 'em.)
This is where I was stalking a ptarmigin in my stealthiest tuck. Then I hit a soft patch of snow and did a very not stealthy face plant. Next time, ptarmigan, you will be mine, you succulent little chicken of the snow.
The view looking out over Ship Lake.
posted by LAV at 21:48
3 Comments:
LAV, you seem to glide from one winter wonderland to the next. I am constantly amazed with the beauty of your surroundings. I miss you.
why kill a ptarmigan? your are in their living room. they don't harass you in your living room. nice pictures.
anon- I know, I know. And you'll probably tell me too that just chasing them isn't harmless because they have to expend energy to escape me and that might put them at a disadvantage to escape the real predators... but sometimes I like to pretend I don't know better and try to get close enough to pounce.
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