Another ski up Skogan Pass – this time avoiding the herds of cougars that were roaming the place. We saw footprints, but no kitties.
Author: megan
As a birthday treat, I went out backcountry minus baby for the first time since being pregnant (well the timing was coincidental as much as anything, but it worked well as a birthday treat).
It wasn’t exactly a bluebird day, but there were buckets of fresh snow to play in. It was my first time out at Burstall Pass, and I discovered what a long way it is along the flat to get to just a few short turns. I’d renew my vow to avoid skiing to lakes, but I’ve the feeling the Tryst Lake chutes could be on the agenda some time soon, and they’re definitely nice and steep.
(For the record, it’s about 16km return with 450m elevation gain)
For the Canmore Winter Carnival, the main street was covered in snow and track-set. So the boy tested out his skis, with brand new gumboots that are still a little on the large side.
He was very pleased with himself, and enjoyed tromping about (although he did have a tendency to cross his tails… and stop to dance when they started playing a catchy song over the speaker system).
The Moosling and the Namna Mouse
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And another glorious sunny day. There’s just something about Mt Shark though, I tend to have awful days when I’m out there. Perhaps it’s haunted. Or perhaps I just shouldn’t try and go skiing when I’m still exhausted after skiing backcountry and then hiking up a mountain (while towing/carrying the offspring) on the weekend.
