Me: "What should we do this weekend? " Robie: "Ski across the Enchantments?" Me: "Yes please"
The avy forecast was not great, but the storm had settled a bit and temps were cold with feet of new powder.
11 miles of uphill ski-whacking/trail breaking, 30 lbs packs, numerous hidden obstacles and untold dangers. What could go wrong?
A secret winter paradise that lie just beyond a thick wall of blood, sweat and tears.
An area known for its popularity in the summer, overrun by visitors, and controlled through a lottery permit system; completely vacant on a perfect, sunny, winter's day.