I was raised in the Wasatch and each and every morning that I am up high in the range I am filled with gratitude as my senses are enlivened to what my eyes and soul are beholding. I love my home. Surprised that after waiting for things to mellow over several days, the east aspect skied quite well. Our biggest concern was at the top of the couloir, where a thin hard slab seemed to be forming. Our exit was a mixed assortment as we skied powder, rime crust and wind board. We finished our morning at 830 AM with big smiles.
|Scott moving up|
|Wasatch emeralds at dawn|
|A quick booter to the top|
|Scott and the awakening White Baldy|
|Me on the way home in good snow- Courtesy Scott W.|