Eric out on the range
The snowpack (or lack of) was fickle for most of November. Luckily, right before the weekend a respectable amount accumulated in the higher elevations; enough to get us into the cabin and up Bailey. Once all 80 lbs of turkey were distributed amongst the sleds, our train of determined skiers slogged up to the cabin. Once I was there, I completely forgot about the last ten straight days of work and the impending conference for which I was not yet prepared. Sitting on a bench in front of the stove with a hot drink in my hand was all I cared about.
Bert and Max
Porter manning the deep fryer
Some agressive elbows
The next morning, groups made their way up Mt. Bailey. The weather was clear and windy, Thielsen's spire cut the sky and Crater Lake sat on the horizon to the south. We dodged rocks and stumps on our way down, then skied right up to the door of the cabin where the kegs sat, offering the perfect apres-ski.
Kate at the top
Jack barely makes it
Brooke is still smiling though
A cold Jimmi
That night, we donned our onesies and some brave souls took off down the luge course.
And in the spirit of Thanksgiving, I must say that I am thankful. I'm thankful for these people that I get to spend time with, all so enthusiastic about life and adventures. I'm thankful for the beautiful state that I live in and the opportunities I have to explore its backcountry treasures. I can't wait until next year!