So the clouds decided to sweat out some of their content over the San Juan mountains. There was no vomiting of snow this time, but clearly enough to have some fun in the backcountry. Due to the unstable snow conditions, we have so far decided to play it safe and enjoy ourselves below the tree line. In Sweden, that means hanging out near the road on the valley floor. Here, it means that we have to endure not going above 3500 meters above sea level…poor us.
We’ve now spent two days in a canyon south of Telluride. We spent yesterday fighting ourselves through the steepest forest I have ever seen on a crust that nearly killed Martin’s thighs (not an easy task). Faithful to my habit, I of course free rided in the back, and only offered to brake trail 5 minutes before we transitioned to ski mode. A very good habit if you ask me. On the way down, we got a chance to really see what the sun can do to new snow in less than an hour, and I got a chance to experience the force of sliding snow over my skiis. No harm done, it was a great day with an absolutely extraordinary fine view.
Today, we went up on the right side of the canyon, on a highway to heaven, and actually found untouched high quality powder on our way down the trees. Blessed be those DPS skiis that help me squeeze through and enjoy myself.
The Hungry Hen Report 