We logged 26 miles on the GPS Wednesday. Tyson led Mom and I on the hunt for steeps, trees, and powder. We found blacks so steep Tyson tumbled down them on the end of the Stillwater bowl. We found traverses with blowing snow and flat light obscuring drop-offs that we only found when our skis grew light and our hearts rose to our throats. We found steep trees, and moderate trees, and a few trees with stashes of powder no one else had discovered.
We had big eyes the first day. The white bowls above tree line looked irresistible. When we woke, the outside temperature was -9F with a forecast high of 4F.
Dad was feeling enough better to come up to the bowl with us. Mom, Tyson, and I kept pushing ourselves while showing Dad the best runs we had found.
After two hard days of skiing, our legs were tired. They needed an easy day. Meanwhile Dad had recovered enough from the flu to try a half day of skiing.
