Showing posts with label sports. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sports. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

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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Wednesday, February 11, 2009

T-1

Patrick's first of five flights needed for his T-1 rating. Swann Falls.

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Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Tour

A crystal clear sunrise on day two prepared us for an enjoyable tour. Following the ridge up provided views of the Teton Range. GE track here.






When I got back from the yurt trip, I dusted off the hardcover Encyclopedia Britannica for some casual fire-side reading. Somehow I wasn't surprised when I happened across the profile of the often overlooked Norse God Wood - the ass-kicking Norse God of Endurance.
Jeremy Wood prancing his way up the ridge:




I brought up the tail-end of the mortals all weekend:




Getting everyone together for a group photo:


J and J Wood, thanks for walking back and forth for goofy looking stock images.
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Thursday, January 22, 2009

Baldy Knoll Yurt Day-1

Click on the links for Google Earth tracks:

The skin in from Fox Creek Trail Head to the Baldy Knoll Yurt.

Our first run on evening one and the uptrack out.




Weir Crossing:




Huge Hoar Frost Crystals:


Looking back on the valley North of Victor:




Are you sure, you're not crossing into the wilderness area?


Noisy two strokes and Jeremy, Jaime and Paul had to dig one of the less experienced riders out, but I have to admit that they sure look fun, and could access some great skiing.



As we're settling into the yurt a snowmobiler rides up and asks us if we can loan him duct tape to repair a tear in his seat. I tell him we'll trade him duct tape for a tow up the hill.


"I'd love a toke, do you got one?" the beeler-dude asks as he slugs back his tall-boy.











Headed back to the yurt after dark:




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