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Sunday Apr 22, 2018 #
8 AM
Ski 3:31:42 [1] 26.29 mi (8:03 / mi) +956m 7:14 / mi
It's April 22. It's a week after the marathon. There's still skiing. The word was to ski Prospect early, so I picked up Alex at 5:45 for the drive out and we were skiing before 8:30.
Rather than fussing with wax/klister, we just skated, not wanting to waste the good snow. They were finishing up grooming and the skiing was superb. Mid-winter conditions, full coverage except for a bit up the mountain, and deep, deep snow. The first hour was otherworldly. We skied around and around, with Alex's knee bothering her a bit, and then on to the beaver pond where several laps were so much fun. All smiles.
Then back on to the trails and up the mountain, which was still quite good, although coming down was a bit death cookie-y until we found our way to turn on the sides of the trail. Back around to the beaver pond, with me thinking I'd be good with 16 or 17 miles, not the marathon I'd hoped, but it was getting slow fast.
We got to the ungroomed portion of the Mountain Trail and I decided to follow another guy up (he quickly turned back, it turns out) while Alex didn't want to torture her knee too much more. Once over the mountain and back in I was at 21 miles, and starving, but I wasn't stopping at 21 miles. I ate a sandwich and skied 5.2 miles further, ready to call it a day. I decided it wasn't worth switching to AT gear to slide down in slush; it wasn't corny but slow slush. I'll save that for next weekend, maybe.
April 22. The guy at the shop said "who else is grooming with a big machine?" I said: well, some folks out west (Bachelor, definitely), probably someone up in the UP, maybe the Birkie Trail? But that's about it. They should groom tomorrow. Most likely, this is the last nordic ski of the season. It wasn't too shabby!
Rather than fussing with wax/klister, we just skated, not wanting to waste the good snow. They were finishing up grooming and the skiing was superb. Mid-winter conditions, full coverage except for a bit up the mountain, and deep, deep snow. The first hour was otherworldly. We skied around and around, with Alex's knee bothering her a bit, and then on to the beaver pond where several laps were so much fun. All smiles.
Then back on to the trails and up the mountain, which was still quite good, although coming down was a bit death cookie-y until we found our way to turn on the sides of the trail. Back around to the beaver pond, with me thinking I'd be good with 16 or 17 miles, not the marathon I'd hoped, but it was getting slow fast.
We got to the ungroomed portion of the Mountain Trail and I decided to follow another guy up (he quickly turned back, it turns out) while Alex didn't want to torture her knee too much more. Once over the mountain and back in I was at 21 miles, and starving, but I wasn't stopping at 21 miles. I ate a sandwich and skied 5.2 miles further, ready to call it a day. I decided it wasn't worth switching to AT gear to slide down in slush; it wasn't corny but slow slush. I'll save that for next weekend, maybe.
April 22. The guy at the shop said "who else is grooming with a big machine?" I said: well, some folks out west (Bachelor, definitely), probably someone up in the UP, maybe the Birkie Trail? But that's about it. They should groom tomorrow. Most likely, this is the last nordic ski of the season. It wasn't too shabby!