So Labor Day Weekend
at a stately pace.
After two day at the resort, it was time to climb and cross some
country. I'd been scheming on Lenawee Trail for a while, and this
seemed like a decent enough time to act on those desires.
We started at Arapahoe Basin Ski area, and climbed, climbed, climbed
our way up to the top.
Up and up, relentlessly. Conversation diminished and the group spread
out, everyone in their own, private, invitation-only suffer party.
But, as so often is the case, the effort paid off. We were rewarded
Not to mention stunning views.
It is an indescribable feeling, that of spending time up above
treeline. The harshness of the environment is a palpable feeling,
evident in the chunky granite, the microscopic gardens, the
krummholz...oh yeah, and the lack of oxygen.
"We're the insect life of paradise: Crawl across leaf or among towering
blades of grass
Glimpse only sometimes the amazing breadth of heaven."
Meanwhile, back at treeline....
And so it went. Lenawee, sweet Lenawee. You were over too soon. I was
just getting used to your warm embrace and then you were gone.
What to do, what to do. A whole afternoon stretched ahead of us. I
certainly wasn't going to sit around drinking beer and admiring my
rotor burn from the previous day.
Nope. Jason and I decided to double down, so we headed up to Keystone
for some more lift served fun.
From the lift we could look over at Lenawee...
For the most part, it was too fast and furious and fun to stop for
pictures, but we got in several great runs.
Jason on the corkscrew, note raindrops on woodwork. MMmmmm wet
A most satisfying day.