and probably is a bit crazy. Here's the story of how one lone guy(me) and stuck at home, fed is craving for snow.
Lifes priorities have movied skiing down to the bottom of the list for at least another month. I am not too worried about that, as this time will enable the snow to keep building. Nonetheless, I have been just dieing not being able to ski.
This weekend I had it. I felt like a drug addict who need a fix ,and afterall I am addicted to a drug that comes in the form of a white powder.
With nearly eight inches of snow on the ground from the two storms, I had to get out and get some. So where does on go, when they can't leave home long enough to go somewhere real. The woods nearby and neighbors yards.
I am fortunate to live by some old logging trails, but they are mostly flat. They would be great for a couple of miles of cc skiing, but I only have AT gear. Oh what the hell, I thought as I geared up, thinking at least I am on snow. I managed to find some hills off the main trails logging train. After uprooting a few little trees(one inche in diameter) and removing some eye pokers, I managed to have a nice little run that allowed for 3 to four turns with about a 25 yard runout. I played around for a bit and managed finding a few other runs. I stopped shy of spending more time in the woods, thinking probally not the smartest this as nobody knew where I was exactly. I need to go back with a saw and do a little gardening to make some decent trails. I think with proper pruning, I can manage to a nice of run with about about 25 - 50 ft of vert. I know its not much but it satified the craving. And, it was a whole lot better than just throwing on the running shoes and heading out into the slop.
On my way home, I past a big hill 75 - 100ft of vert. I have been dumping my leaves done the hill, with my neighbors permission. The fallen branches and stumps are now nicely cover, but the leaves are still a bit soft. I thought skiing it from the top would be a bit sketchy as I wasn't wearing a helmet. There are three very poorly placed trees at the bottom that I was confident I could manage through. I decided to climb down to look at it from the bottom. After down climbing, and looking around, I spied what appeaed to be a better option. I spent about 20 minutes breaking the eye pokers and uprooting a few small trees. Then I climbed up half way and let her rip down 40 ft of vert. I managed around the first big pine, the a quick 4 foot drop into a natural gully. I still had enough speed to carry me uphill 6 feet, then made my turn around the next pine still carrring speed. I was surprised I was still going and managed a few nice turns in an open runout before coming to a stop. The eight inches of powder was just enough - no gouges on my bases. I did the run 4 or five times, saying each time, just one more run. The sun was setting and I was quickly loosing my light so I had to call it a day.
All in all a great couple of hours in the woods