It was a fantastic day on the slopes, sunny and warm following the prior 6” powder night. I was up and out early, anxious to find those ever-elusive first tracks. With winter slipping away toward spring, there would not be many days like this left in the season. Although often disappointing to accept, summertime in the mountains always follows behind as the perfect consolation. With the sun creeping higher toward its midd...

It was a fantastic day on the slopes, sunny and warm following a 6” powder night.  I’d already been up and out early, anxious to find the ever elusive first tracks.  With winter slipping away into spring, there wouldn’t be many more days like this for this season.  Although disappointing to accept, summer in the mountains always follows with the perfect consolation. The sun crept higher toward its midday apex and I was ne...