It’s not skiing, it’s snirting. The new sport. Just have a place to dunk your skis afterward, and get ready to load up the washing machine once you’re home. But a day in the mountains, no matter how close to a laundry soap commercial it comes, is still a day in the mountains. So yesterday myself, Nick Thompson and Dave Downing ended skiing what I call the Teeny Couloir (left) on West Pearl Mountain. But not before a small detour as well as a pastry alert. Check it out.
West Pearl Mountain
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I’ve been riding and modifying “Mr. Tippy” lately. That’s the nickname I tend to use for our Yamaha Nytro snowmobile; a high-tech low-pollution 4-stroke machine that works well for ski access, but nonetheless is a bit on the heavy side…
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Boot climbing up Pearl Mountain this morning. I leave the house at 3:45 AM. The highway drive goes fast, up the Roaring Fork Valley here in central Colorado. No traffic this early, and flashing yellow stoplights you can rip through…
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Pearl Basin, Colorado. We went gonzo with the pickup truck again and reached the same parking for ski touring access, near Aspen.
