Blacktail Resort

"Blacktail? Why would you ski Blacktail? Nobody skis Blacktail." -Brad Ludden

"Oh, that. Well, that is really just a commuter lift." - Some random local

"Well, we still had fun." -Birddog

"And the views were great." -Em

Em cutting some cord with a great view:

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Flat Iron Mountain

Emily and the torpedo dog took me to Flat Iron Mountain last week. Flat Iron is a short drive from LIbby, a short skin in, and short and sweet runs on the way down. Spring is here. Warming temperatures kept us at two runs for the day.


Torpedo Dog:


Looking north to the Yaak River Valley, and Canada beyond:
Rippin' skins
Hell, yes!
All the extra curricular exploration on the way up tuckered Annie out.  She decided to follow Em's cut tracks on the way down.

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A rural village's secret stash

I was pretty much blindfolded and sworn to secrecy by the locals who took me skiing a week ago.  Not that I would tell anyone about this place anyway, I mean it was flat, the snow was crap, it was a really long difficult skin in, and the terrain that was steep enough to actually ski was all skied out, and the locals are rude.  You don't believe me?  Look for yourself:

Hi-Fives for flat terrain and crummy snow conditions!



There must be something in the town's water.  Even when we got back in bounds the ski resort was doing all it could to prevent further generations from enjoying this beautiful activity:

Even the beer was no good.  Don't ski this mountain.
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