October 27, 2010
(When I say “Game On” I don’t mean it in some sort of stupid Survivor way, like “oh, i hate him, now it’s GAME ON,” but rather in a “Wayne’s World” way. Just so we’re clear.)
At 6:07 am this morning I got this text from my 15 year old son, Ian:
“I just pushed Spencer’s car up our hill. There is nine million feet of snow. I hate you.”
Which, on the surface seems a little harsh, doesn’t it?
I texted back “Don’t be a hater.”
And he said “yah, so when are you taking me up, yo?” (Seriously, he said “yo.”)
Me: “Soon. Next storm.”
Ian: “Mmph. Enjoy yourself.”
But I guess I can understand. Instead of coming with me this morning for what we thought would be some October novelty snow, but turned out to be face shots, he had to go to “attendance school,” which is what you have to do when you miss too many classes.
Really, I totally expected this to be a “yeah, I skied in October” kind of morning. But it was slightly better than that. Sorry son. Next time.
We started from the top of the Little Cottonwood road, went up Albion, crossed the stream (ha!), climbed up to the ridge, and made our way over near Gunsight Pass.
Are there rocks ahead?
Um. No. No rocks. Who knew?
This one isn’t as good as the one of Jon, but I wanted to appear somewhere in this post.
The exit was a little rough. But it was a small price to pay.
And the stream crossing left our skins and skis a bit on the heavy side.
Ben frames the route: