one should never turn down an impromptu invite to go camp out in some mountains. what ever i was going to be doing before, I certainly wasn’t doing it anymore.

sometimes I forget how much I love touring in them big mountains. how much I love being so far out and up over there that afterwards I feel like I got run over by a freight train or like I got punched in the face. skiing to my hearts content until I feel wrecked. hoo, spring time in the tobacco roots. cooking my face in the microwave of the snowy bowls with my head down in the blinding, shiny whiteness, staring at my skis all day.

on the hike in I tried out mushroom tea for a change. tsk, just a little bit. the sun went down and we came up the final hill when I fell behind in the dark woods. the gooey giddy feeling creeping in, staring at the starts, the snow and the pitch black forest, trying to remember to keep going. star shine. I had no idea where I put my head lamp and the thought of searching for it seemed daunting. I might never make it if I stopped… hunting by sounds in the dark forest. har har.

the whole night and the weekend was magical. camping in the snow. i like it.

that was awesome.