Scree Surfing

At Easter Brunch today, I noticed that EDO's wrists and the palms of her hands were scratched.  The scratches were obtained from hiking in rough country.  Yesterday, we were going up (and then down) a pile of steep, loose rock.  It was perched at the angle of repose, so every step made it slide.  She fell a few times.  On her hands.

Self Timer

Here is one from last week:  Scott and Kristen were in Vegas.  They agreed to meet us in Central on Friday.  After goofing around on the oil for a while, we decided to hike a mile or two up Forsyth Canyon.  At the end, we stopped to put the camera on a stump.  On the first try, using the camera's timer, VSO was caught stepping across the flow; on the second, she simply straddled it.

A Mass of Snow

Then we went to Snowmass.  And it snowed.  Massively.  It snowed so much that I could barely see Benson.  Without Benson, I would have been alone on the mountain.

Highland Bowl

We were having a perfectly good morning at Aspen.  We had the mountain to ourselves, sharing it only with three to five inches of new snow.  But we didn't want to miss a big day at the Highlands, so, at noon, we decided to go over there.  It took at least two hours to catch the bus, ride the lift, and hike the ridge.  We only got one run.  But, it was outstanding.  Great terrain:  Here is Benson on the steep and deep.

Two Criks

On Saturday I went out to Huntington Creek.  I climbed a steep ridge above the canyon where I found the remains of a long-charred Great Basin Bristlecone Pine forest.  On Sunday I was on the Frying Pan River near Basalt, Colorado.  Another beautiful spot.  I noticed an old cabin for sale.  One of my friends estimated it at two to four million.  I decided not to make an offer.