You don’t know ‘til you go. Isn’t that what we always say? It’s the war cry for leaving the house for an adventure when forces and opinions conspire against doing so. It was my mantra this morning as I walked out into frigid sub-zero temps under cobalt skies and headed to Turnagain Pass with Matt.
I doubt anyone in the lower 48 has noticed but somebody pressed the “HOLD” button on winter up here in Alaska. If I hear one more time what an epic winter they had LAST winter I’m gonna punch someone in the nose. I mean, it just doesn’t matter now. I want it to start snowing again….soon.
Most of my skiing in Alaska has been solo missions so it was nice to get out with my partner Marc today. He works harder than me and juggles ski time with family commitments. I get great enjoyment in facilitating good times for guys like him. Guess it's the guide in me. Plus, photos are usually better with friends in them.
Winter is taking it’s sweet time getting here, even here in Alaska. The powder day I had under blue skies two weeks ago was just a tease. I went back to Crow Pass last Sunday for a tour on an adjacent glacier, the Milk, but the snow was hammered. Still, seeing that terrain was cool even if the run down was survival skiing.
Any working stiff who’s ever vacationed with the sole purpose of engaging in physical activity, be it running, cycling, skiing, climbing or whatever, has gained insight into the lifestyle of the professional athlete. For such a lucky bastard, there’s nothing quite so satisfying as getting up each day knowing that all one has to do is eat, train and sleep. Simplistic bliss.