Posted: Wed Mar 24, 2010 4:03 pm
With 12-15" of snow overnight, the snow was prime for the first ski descent of Mt. Mokan. Some might know it as my backyard, but with the right conditions, it offers some of the finest turns in all of Erie, Colorado. Despite avalanche conditions being sketchy at best, we decided to risk it all.
The slog up was almost three hours (OK, maybe 20 seconds at best), and it was tough going breaking trail up the steep slope. We were being followed by some of the most vicious wild animals we had ever encountered.
After nearly 4 miles of downhill action, Sarah finally came into view.
The wild animals stayed around me for the second run- the slog back up must have been too much for them to deal with. However, after several more hours, Sarah reached the bottom:
The animals had seen enough- they decided to fight to the death for the right to eat us after we finished skiing. It was a vicious fight, but ultimately the yellow colored beast conquered the black one.
Sarah went up for a third run, and the victorious animal waited for her to return by menacingly sitting in the tracks she would ultimately come down.
Before she was to be eaten by the wild animal, Sarah decided to get one last turn in. I wish I could call it a powder turn, but unfortunately the snow was so damn heavy and thick that it was tough to even move.
The slog up was almost three hours (OK, maybe 20 seconds at best), and it was tough going breaking trail up the steep slope. We were being followed by some of the most vicious wild animals we had ever encountered.
After nearly 4 miles of downhill action, Sarah finally came into view.
The wild animals stayed around me for the second run- the slog back up must have been too much for them to deal with. However, after several more hours, Sarah reached the bottom:
The animals had seen enough- they decided to fight to the death for the right to eat us after we finished skiing. It was a vicious fight, but ultimately the yellow colored beast conquered the black one.
Sarah went up for a third run, and the victorious animal waited for her to return by menacingly sitting in the tracks she would ultimately come down.
Before she was to be eaten by the wild animal, Sarah decided to get one last turn in. I wish I could call it a powder turn, but unfortunately the snow was so damn heavy and thick that it was tough to even move.
