
We had everything ready within an hour that night, leaving us some time to lounge outside next to a bonfire to soak up the stars and clean mountain air. We caught up with one another, told stories, and just enjoyed the company and location. It wasn’t until the clock struck 3 a.m. that we forced ourselves to go to bed. So much for an early start.
We woke up decently early considering how late we got to bed. We cooked ourselves a delicious breakfast, gathered the last bit of gear, and loaded up the trucks. We headed up the mountain pass for about 20 min from the cabin and found our spot to unload and gear up.
My buddy from Jackson brought a snowmobile with the idea that once we got to our base location we could shuttle each other back to the top with the snowmobile. Two of the guys loaded their gear on the sled and headed off to find a good spot to set up our “base” while the rest of us put the skins on our skis and started the trek up the mountain with our packs on. The idea was that we’d hike for one hour until we either reached our base location or that we’d meet up with the snowmobile on its way back to pick us up one by one. Well, after 4 hours of hiking we were nowhere near where we needed to be and there was no sign of the snowmobile to relieve us.

The location was actually a sweet little spot with untouched snow and four different areas to ski. We unpacked our gear and switched our bindings from tour mode to send mode. We experienced untouched snow that was waist deep while accompanied by endless sunshine all day. We made about five laps each before the daylight started to fade. The time had come for us to make the long trek back to the trucks; this time with now hiccups.
As outdoor enthusiasts, I feel as though the struggles we experience just for a couple laps are what really make the entire outcome amazing and memorable. If it were too easy, we wouldn’t appreciate it as much.
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