Unfortunately, the snow wasn't perfect, and nor was the trail. We set off up the "road" which we were to follow for three kms before turning onto the trail. It was grown over with brush that we skied over, under and around and that smacked us in the face if we didn't keep our hands up.
With no way to judge distance, we passed the trail head and continued to thrash our way up the road for an hour beyond where we should have turned. Finally too frustrated to continue, we turned back and then found the trailhead...
On the trail, there was even less snow than on the road, and the skis were off several times to climb over large logs or walk through sections of trail where there was no snow at all.
We never did see the sisters (or the sun for that matter as we were in thick trees the whole time). We finally got to a creek crossing that looked sketchy and couldn't make out the trail on the other side and were afraid that by continuing, we'd just be asking to wreck our skis in the shallow snow. Besides, I'd already bailed several times when my skis got tangled in brush and had hurt my elbow and bent a pole. So we turned around and high-tailed it for home.
It was a good workout and worth a few good laughs at ourselves and at each other, but next time, I'll opt for the powder at Shames!
3 comments:
Perhaps you could have used a GPS to manage the distance to the trailhead?
Im just saying...
I'm with Jeff, technology for the win.
Of course then there would not be an adventure to blog about, now I am torn...
having a gps would mean that i have already unpacked from the bike trip. which i have not. it's in one of the bags or boxes behind the other boxes, under the other junk on the shelves in the basement. or something like that....
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