Showing posts with label skinning. Show all posts
Showing posts with label skinning. Show all posts

Monday, February 20, 2017

Betty Bear (Again)



This winter, our annual 10th Mountain Hut trip was to Betty Bear, again. I decided to be bold and try making the trek into the hut on cross country skis this year. At times I thought it to be a marvelous idea and at times I wondered what the heck I was thinking. In any event, I made it to the hut in decent time.

Hut trips are always special, and this year, fresh snow fell while we were at the hut, bringing even more magic to the trip. Having a variety of gear, skill level and personalities at the hut, some members skied laps on nearby peaks; some members toured around the lakes and toward Hagerman Pass; and still others curled up by the wood stove and drank tea. 


My favorite moment and memory from this trip was drinking coffee and watching the sunrise over a blanket of fresh snow in the early morning while everyone in the hut was still sleeping. 

Friday, January 16, 2015

Just Fritzin' Around

Every winter, we plan an epic trip to one of the 10th Mountain Division Huts. This winter, we went to Fritz Hut.


Fritz Hut is located just outside of Aspen, Colorado - a short jaunt from home. We started our skin up at 9:00 am. The first portion of the trail is gradual and lovely. The second portion is long and steep. I was grateful to have skins on my cross country skis; without skins I would've been hiking up.


After 5 tricky miles we arrived at the hut. We quickly made a fire and began preparing appetizers. We were lucky to find an old guitar at the hut, and we enjoyed singing (poorly) and playing the guitar into the night.


The next day we woke up early and headed out to go exploring. We ventured up Bald Mountain, which was an easy skin-up and a fun ski down - especially on cross country skis. The remainder of our afternoon was spent sledding, throwing snowballs and drinking hot chocolate on the porch.


The ski down consisted of cramping legs, a powerful snowplow stance and an inevitable broken pole. I tried to ski the remainder of the downhill with only one pole, but struggled to keep my balance. I ended up walking the remaining mile and a half to the car.