3 months have now passed since I decided to ski every month of the year.
July got off to an early start.
The (somewhat) continuous line from the saddle of Mt.
Add to that the numerous trout cruising the shoreline and I knew I had to make a return trip.
Eric looking at the pretty lake.
Our line started at the opposite side and meandered up to the saddle.
After passing scores of deer and several moose, we arrived at the Lake Agnes Trailhead.
With packs loaded/jerry-rigged, we headed up.
Trainers were swapped with ski boots and the bootpacking began.
Eric regretting everything that led to this moment.
After a lot of heavy breathing and four letter words, we reached the top of the saddle.
The real reason I ski in the summer is the upper thigh tan.
Boots were buckled, bindings were stepped into, and turns were made.
Trying to look cool.
Eric no longer regretting everything that led up to this moment.
Within a few minutes we had slid down what had taken us a great deal of time to hike.
We were greeted with plenty of what are those for?
Its always nice to have your ego checked, especially by a badass old lady.
Me not skiing with a moose.
Matt and I went skiing at Rollins Pass.
He hadnt slept at all the night before, and wore a collared shirt and khakis.
There was a lot more sketchy downclimbing than good skiing, but the fishing after was good.
I dropped my skis and had to glissade with baggies.
I got really bad snow-burn.
Matt not skiing ft. his hardcore skimo kit.
Smiling cause my butt is still numb and I don’t know how much skin is gone.
Bern, Elmer and I went skiing at Cascade Mountain in Rocky Mountain National Park.
There was a lot more downclimbing than skiing.
Turns out trip reports from May are not very applicable to the same area in July.
I was/am still out of shape.
There were thousands of tourists.
I was late to work that day.
Bern skies on one ski and does it sideways.
