Yet another storm hammered CO friday night, and by saturday morning we decided to fire up the sleds and see what was out there. What we found was a supportive 3 foot base, with the top foot being rather blower pow. Every time we've been out this fall, I keep thinking that it's the best October day I've ever had, and yet it just keeps getting better.
It feels good to be sledding again:
Jon is a much better snowmobiler than I will ever be (of course, an '06 Arctic Cat M7 is a lot better than a '98 600RMK)
Things were looking pristine:
Sadly, on the way up for our first run, my trusty 5 year old Fritchis took a hit. The heel piece was a bit frozen, and I got a little aggro flipping the riser up, and the next thing I know, it's broken. No worries, nothing a little duct tape won't fix for the ride down:
S Face, S Maroon, already looking filled in:
The skiing was excellent, no matter what month, let alone October. Non-mag Luke:
Non mag Susan:
Non mag Jon:
Goldenboy, finding a fun logride:
Mountainbikerskierchick:
Kind of a short TR, but the photos tell the story: winter is here. We're going back tomorrow...
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