Mano at Solitude catching a snowflake.
Happy thoughts before a fabulous powder run at Solitude:
We did numerous x-country ski tours. In SLC, we skied up Milcreek where we could take our pack of 3 wild dogs (well, really 2 wild dogs plus Howie who is most certainly not wild, but rather a dangerously accurate licker). In Roosevelt, we skied a few different places. Twice to an old oil drill site where there is a drill pipe sticking up, hence the name "stickey-up".
The white bird droppings on top of the drill pipe stickey-up really topped off this wonderful picture of Tim:
Steve and I did an ass kicker backcountry trip to a secret stash of bristlecone pine trees which live to near 5000 yrs old.
Me with a young bristlecone pine:
I really enjoyed using my new AT (alpine touring) ski setup for all of the skiing. Excellent performance. Garmont boots, Shuksan skis, Dynafit bindings.
I tried to fatten myself up on all the wonderful food my mom provided. We played a couple of games of chess, both of which were action packed. I whooped everyone's ass at scrabble (probably a holdover of skills from my spelling bee days) a couple of times.
My dad in his holiday best:
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3 comments:
So glad someone got a photo of the mountain man get-up. We're still eating the fattening left-overs.
That pic of the mountain man is great. :) Have you seen Sadie when he dresses up like that? She totally flips out thinking she is a gonner. I've never seen Howard's reaction, but I'm sure he would whoop out his dangerous tongue.
Your dad has a serious sense of style.
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