We’ll, the light wasn’t all bad. And even though I’d mistakenly brought someone else’s boots I could still ski (more on that below). The day started bluebird but became “inside the egg” toward the afternoon. Fritz had a plan to do three laps/peaks and rack up some fairly big vertical. We ended up doing two and a quarter but still got in about 6,000 vert of truly enjoyable boot top powder.
I pulled a rather humorous flub to begin the day. We pulled our boots out of the car, and I realized that back home I’d stuffed my boot liner’s in someone else’s Green Machines — shell a size too big. Luckily I still had my repair kit (yep, I still carry that along with my cell phone and shovel), so I pulled out my screw driver and adjusted my bindings for the longer boots. Problem was, my feat swam in the shoes like a minnow in an oil barrel. In these situations I always fall back on an adage I learned from Murray Cunningham of Aspen Powder Tours: “run what you brung.” In other words, no whining. The bigger boots made it, though I’m glad we weren’t skiing hardpack.