My cousin Johnny G. was cool to share his photos from the backcountry trip. Rather than typing some overly-worded essay on the ethereal nature of backcountry skiing (did I really write "Gaia's temple" in the last post? Note to self, cut back on drinking and blogging), I'll simply post up the pictures and let them speak for themselves (well, plus some captions; blogging is by definition narcissistic so I can't help but impart some Woods Hippie flavor). Enjoy.
|Camping and skiing here is one of the coolest things you can do without involving a 9-iron, pack of condoms, and some illegal fireworks.|
|We're, like, totally hardcore and all, but you can't argue with chowda' bread bowls and cold pints!|
|Saturday was a tryst between orographic snowsqualls and an emergent spring sun. While the cosmos had yet to declare winter or spring as victor , we as riders won big.|
|I should have waited one more week to shave the beard. It was friggin' cold out.|
|Winter is but a distant memory here in CT, and Johnny G. is onto the next thing, along with the rest of us. Marquis nailed a top-10 finish in his first MTB race of the season, and my running shoes have been hitting the trails on the reg.|