It's spring (supposedly) and that means crust cruising! If you've never experienced this fine form of skiing, stay with me. Usually it happens when the sun bakes the snow to a hard..crust. Kind of like when you leave a pie too long in the oven. At such times you can glide over the surface without falling in.
Today was such a day. The wind was blowing so fiercely that we quavered inside the car, wanting to head back to town. But I spied Charla heading up to backcountry ski, and darn it, if she could do it, I could too.
On the Devils View loop conditions were blustery, but even the dogs didn't fall in. Mostly they could lope over the top of the snow, tails blowing in the wind.
When you crust cruise you go on faith, because the innocent little downhills become major screaming runs. The flats are fine, though, an easy, sweet ski. It makes you feel like you are a better skier than you are. You feel like you can go forever, just keep skiing through the little pines that are growing back after the big Canal fire. Keep going. Keep cruising over the lip of the world.