Well, after starting off with a normal winter, we had the third-driest February on record since the recording began in 1944. Crap. The powder is long gone, but the rock is dry and the spring skiing conditions aren’t too bad either.
It was sending temps in American Fork on Saturday (not that there was much sending going on), and Sunday saw me and Jen up in LCC with Jamon and Chelsea. While three of us were just stretching our legs and happy to be outside, it was Chelsea’s first time backcountry skiing. She completely crushed the uphill and did just fine going down.
We would have rather been fighting through an inch-an-hour storm to ski neck-deep powder, a bluebird day in the shadow of Superior was pretty good too. That was the weekend. Today, I took the snow tires off my truck. I really hope that was a bad decision, but it doesn’t look likely.
