|20 frigid meters to victory on the Chena River.|
Since we were having a snowstorm this weekend, Sunday seemed a perfect day for a Winner Creek ski tour near Girdwood:
|No, the camera is not tilted sideways. We were crossing the bottom of an avalanche runout zone.|
I grew up in a rural area of northern New Hampshire, and there weren't any groomed ski trails near my house. But there were snowmachine trails. I was too young to drive, so I did most of my skiing on those snowmachine trails. That trail network covered the entire area of northern New England, so I always had to turn around long before I really got a chance to explore very far down the trail. Every time I had to turn around and ski back home, I was always curious about what was around the next bend on the trail. Even though the skiing wasn't the greatest on those snowmachine trails (which were always rutted and bumpy) they did leave me with a lasting curiosity about what was "around the next bend".
Thirty years later, I'm still skiing on snowmachine trails. Yesterday I needed to fly out to Dillingham to look at some houses. I love working in Dillingham at this time of year because there's always lots of snow and I'm usually "stuck" there for ten hours or so, with only a few hours' worth of work to do. With no rush to get back to the airport to catch a flight home, I can ski to work. The network of "sno-go" trails extends for thousands of miles, all around western Alaska. I only need 20 miles or so.
I was back in town today. Lasse invited me skiing at Hillside with himself, Lukas, Marine and Viktor.