My instinct this morning wanted to ski the front range, but we couldn't find that consenus having set a path toward Turnagain Pass. Doc, mw, blob and yours truly left a foot of fluff in Anchorage for Turnagain Pass. We had our reasons, but the muttering about a failed intelligence test spoke of the morning vibe on Cornbiscuit where we found good visibility with glide crack slide debris, hollow convexities, and a steady breeze. Snow in the alders was sweet, but we weren't feeling it and didn't lap it. Hope for a different venue such as the trees of Tincan faded after finding about 100 cars in various pull-outs.
Ya gotta go to know. And, the question of the fresh snow in the front range had to be answered. Resetting after the morning episode, I donned lighter gear, and headed up Backdoor Trail to powder in the Wolverine hemlock. Could barely find yesterday's track in the fresh foot of fluff.
It was inspirational: chatting on the trail with neighbor skiers, telemarking in alpenglow powder, and following a trustworthy trail.
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