The annual cold-snap, high-pressure event in early January drew Lulu, Josh, and me down to the Tatoosh Ridge in Mount Rainier National Park. It’s a running joke for Lulu and me, that it’s becoming our best place to ski the worst snow. The scenery is awe-inspiring, with dominating views of Rainier to the north, and Mt Adams, Hood, and St Helens to the south. Which makes it a frequent place for a nice walk in the woods, even when the snow’s no good.
This one looked to be different, with four inches of cold smoke sitting dormant for a couple days. Underlying the pristing surface though was the remains of a prior rain event, a hard crust with no bonding between the layers. It looked spectacular; it skied like, well, extremely loud powder with little edgeability. Anyway, still a great day and a fun adventure.
Josh and Lulu, with Mt Rainier in the background.
Josh making loud powder look good. Run #2 in the background.
Lulu making it work.
All smiles on the up-track.
Mid-winter’s steely skies.