One vertical mile… is a good measure for how much terrain I can comfortably cover in a day on my backcountry ski setup. Skied Little St. Josephs from the parking lot to the knob today with Gwen. We encountered every type of snow possible- ice, mush, waist deep unbelievably gorgeous powder, breakable crust, hardpack, corn. I’m tired, and no it wasn’t a day full of face shots, but I’m not complaining.
There is something gratifying (and desperately wrong) with starting and ending the day with your skis on your back. Still hoping for some real snow to hit Montana this winter, but grateful for what is out there.