Sliding Down the Kitty

This past weekend we heard that Wildcat had been blowing snow at night so we headed up to see how much they had made.  Andrew, Squall and I hiked up to around 2700' where we reached to bottom of the snow pack on Lynx.  As expected, there was an endless line of icy whales so we bootpacked up to the summit.  I had forgotten how peaceful and quiet a snowy area can feel; this is one of my favorite aspects of winter.

Well, it was peaceful until we headed down on the icy man made snow with Squall adding his herding barking.   All in all it felt great to get onto skis, find the gear from our seemingly bottomless gear room and make a few turns.