We had a late start to the ski season in Alaska. Low snow coupled with holiday obligations conspired to limit my ski days. The only solution to this problem was to ski every day in February. With rapidly increasing daylight, after work skiing becomes the rule.
I haven't skied an entire month since high school. The only way for me to way to accomplish this would be ski-centric cross-training. I mixed in Nordic, resort, backcountry, and volunteering with Challenge AK.
There were some great days. There were some mediocre days, and then there was that one awful day. I never thought it was possible to have a bad day of skiing until I ate lunch at the Hot Tainted Mayo Deli. I felt like shit all afternoon and at the trailhead I did not want to get out of the truck. The February Challenge convinced me otherwise. Two steps later and my "No Hurl Streak" was over. After the unpleasantness, I felt good enough to give it a go. Twenty minutes later, I realized my error. The symphony coming from my lower G.I. indicated that an ass-mergency was imminent. After besmirching an innocent pine, I called it quits and skied back to the car.
The drive home was torture. More than once I pulled over because I was about to pass out. At home it was impossible to warm up even with all the covers, 2 sleeping bags, and an electric heater. After 14 hours of sleep, I was back at work and was able to rally 2200' of untracked powder that afternoon.
West Bowl Redemption |
Gordon Lyon: February 26, 3,400' vert |
Top of North Bowl |
Views of the Alaska range never fail to impress.
Da-gnarly |
Silver Tip |
- U.K.
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