Miles and miles of pavement gave way to the steel shimmer of Mono Lake on Tuesday afternoon, and before the sun could finish it's descent, I'd parked the car and found one of my own, arcing turns in the opens spaces between pinon pines and mountain mahogany above the shores of one of America's oldest lakes. It felt better than a breath of fresh air, it felt like a completely new stash of blood running through my body.
Home Sweet Home YES!!!! The sparkle and hiss of dried out desert facets days after the last snow, effortlessly skied in a nearly 30 year old pair of lace-up leather boots riding brand new mid-fat Karhu 10th Mtn. waxless touring skis. No one around, no other tracks, just sunset fading pink over the lake, and a beautiful ski line under my feet.
I got home to find my band Old Coyote Moon getting ready to practice...drum kit, amps, beers and friends in the livingroom with nothing to do the next couple of days but play music and ski.
Dry-side desert skiing, with nothing but the finest sugar. Some whoompfing kept us off the bigger stuff, and focused our sights on mining the small stashes...
With yet another storm already raging outside, I can't wait for the next round of clear sunny dry weather along the Eastern Front.
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