Winter is finally getting with the program around here! We got two straight days of snow followed by an evening of single digit temperatures which makes for light, dry powder the consistency talc covering everything like a soft down comforter.
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Over the past month and a half, snowstorms in the Sawatch have been few and far between. Conditions up at Monarch have been an unpleasant combination of wind-blown hardpack and exposed rocks. Not wanting to break bodies or equipment we’ve been doing far less skiing that we had hoped. In fact, over the past two weeks I’ve spent way more time riding my fat bike than my skis. Then on Monday the high country got 5 inches of fresh powder and with the solid base already laid down we headed up to Monarch to check it out.
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I don’t remember exactly when I took up skiing but I think it was sometime around middle school. I certainly didn’t grow up skiing. No one in my family skied so it wasn’t like we were going to Vail every Christmas. It was more like I had seen a few Warren Miller movie clips on TV and the whole thing just looked so cool so I pestered my parents about it like only a pre-teen can pester until they relented.
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