Last week saw Marc and I head up to the convenient slopes of the bow summit area. We were both feeling a bit sick from the cold that seems to have everyone in the gallows so our pace was relaxing and mellow for most of the day. Half way through the day the stoke tank was running on low for me as we have been so used to skiing amazing powder for the last few weeks and the wind blown slopes of the day it seemed, had me in a funk. The floose reminded me that this IS infact the rockies, not the columbias and that it is ALL infact, good. With vigor renued we shot up to a promising sheltered area and found pretty good turns all the way down to the car, complete with a powder eating smile or two.
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