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| 'lower canyon' - nothing open! Note otter tracks |
This morning I woke up to snow, and it continued to snow after I drove in to work in the dark - snowing HARD, snow swirling in the street lights, blotting out the horizon. It was supposed to turn to rain so there was a certain feeling of angst. Would it continue? As it brightened up outside I'd check frequently to check if it was still snowing. All was good (and my car did achieve a nice mantle of white) until around noon when it started to rain. Drat! But maybe it would still be snowing at the golf course. .. ..
So at 1PM when I got off work I rushed out the door to go skiing before it got too mushy. It could only get worse right?
I got to the antenna field and it was all a misty fog and the road was not plowed. So to play it safe I decided to park at the outlet to Buskin Lake and ski across the lake to the area above Buskin Lake where I usually cross country ski. In years past I used to do this a lot, but the last few winters Buskin lake has not frozen solid. This was the first time I have skied across Buskin lake in at least 3 years!
And it was as I remembered it - a big white open expanse. I passed a few open holes where bubbling methane from rotting vegetation on the bottom kept the ice from forming. I could see the bubbles in the black water.
I got to my usual haunts, and into what is known as the 'alder tunnel' - an old military road that is now lined with alders. I looked up and noticed a patch of blue. It had not only stopped raining - it was clearing up. By the time I got to the canyon at the headwaters of the Buskin it was blue skies above. Wow! That was not supposed to happen. Some days you just get lucky with the weather.
I dropped down into the river bed and skied up into the canyon. This is another ski we have not been able to do for a few years. I noticed some tracks on the snow connected with a long skid mark. Mr otter seemed to be enjoying the snow too. I'd see where he dropped into holes in the snow and travel under the ice for a bit before popping back up out of the holes to continue his journey bounding and sliding through the snow. You can see his tracks if you look carefully at the top photo.
I got far up into the canyon and then it was time to go home. Mr otter tracks continued on up into the canyon - maybe on his way to Sheratin Bay. On the way home it completely cleared off and the mountains were white against the black trees. A spectacular afternoon ski.
At the beginning of the new blog last fall I often related what songs my iPod played for me in the car. The idea being that it catches my mood in that I only notice songs that 'grab my psyche' so to speak. Today on the way back from my ski the iPod picked '
There you go' by Johnny Cash, '
Kodachrome' by Paul Simon, and '
She talks to Angels' by the Black Crowes. Not sure how
Kodachrome fits in there exactly, and I don't know any heroin addicts, but Johnny Cash sings it like it is.
Patrick
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| The true canyon |
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| Upper Buskin River - homeward bound (going downriver) - with otter tracks going upriver |
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| Trees silhouetted black against the sunlit mountains |
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| Alder tunnel with tracks |
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| View of Pyramid on the way home - Buskin Lake to the right |