January 28 Powder day
White, a dirty white, I was mixed and confused. The horizon mingled in my mind and I couldn’t see the slope in front of me. We slid off the top of the T-Bar this afternoon, searching for the next path of fresh powder. At this point, we were searching for which direction was up. We knew the fresh tracks were out there near-by. Not very many people were intrepid enough to brave the near-zero visibility of the alpine at Big Read more