“It is better to go skiing and think of God, than to go to church and think of sport.”
– Fridtjof Nansen
November 2, 2016
Early morning hiking seemed like the only way I was going to get at the brief window of powder that fell yesterday while I was forced to go to work. The forecast implied no more skiing for at least a week or two, so I had to go find what remained from the day before to get my fix of early season turns. It was a beautiful morning watching the sunlight wash over Mount Rose and the Tahoe Basin.
This tour typically involves a day of pretty decent mileage and on the exit skin I passed some guys, one of whom didn’t have ski poles and was using two large sticks as poles. As I chatted with his buddy about the snow conditions, he quickly interjected “Where is home for you?”, “Truckee”, I replied. “Maybe we can work out some sort of deal for those poles?” Needless to say, later in the evening I realized I thought his buddy I had been talking with looked familiar, I checked Facebook, and sure enough there I am on Daron Rahlves’ Facebook feed with sticks for poles; I guess it’s a small community here!
Another beautiful day in the Basin. What an amazing place to call home.