Most years, it snows in the mountains. A lot. So much that lots of places we like to go are effectively off-limits. We love snow, but bummer. No surprise that the snow was deep even in October this year. We charged up the hill through powder that was ankle deep.
Knee deep.
Thigh deep?
Well, crud. That's too much snow for this slope. Too much snow for me to break trail and definitely too much snow without my snowshoes. (Yes. Mr. Tubbs Snowshoes ambassador neglected to bring his snowshoes. Again.)
Worst of all, a chinook roared in the few days after this adventure and almost all the snow was melted. It made for a dramatic few days along the riverbanks, but I'd rather it still be frozen on the slopes.
