In the last 7 days:
Large swaths of I-80 west of Laramie were closed for large parts of Friday, Saturday, and today. When I drove up to Happy Jack to ski, both lanes of the other side of the interstate were completely packed with semi-trailers headed west, all the way from Laramie to the to Summit. It was incredible. Usually, when the interstate is "busy", it's still not all that busy compared other places. It was clear that the interstate must have finally been opened again.
When you drive back down the canyon to Laramie, towards the bottom the view opens up to the west, and you can see about 20 miles of interstate snaking across the prairie west of Laramie, until it disappears behind the edge of the mountains. In the daytime, it's difficult to really make out the interstate, but at night it's easy because it's lit up by intermittent vehicle lights. Tonight it was solidly lit up for the entire stretch, from bumper to bumper truck traffic headed east; it was clear it had to be truck traffic that had been held up at the west end of the state that was finally reaching Laramie.
Skied and ran. While running, I felt pretty tired even though I was going easy (I thought). I was probably tired from yesterday, but the other part of it was the snow trails were quite soft, and even the easy sections weren't all that easy.
Mild and sunny enough to transform all the new snow. Skied for two hours with plenty of daylight left to run, and decided to pass and get out of dodge while the getting was good--the parking lot was already in bad shape from drifting snow, as was the highway itself, and the winds were only getting stronger.
Overnight something like 6-8" of fluff snow fell on the trails, which were rolled and still soft. My skis were slow in the conditions (haven't waxed them in ages, much less waxed them for the current conditions) and I contented myself with skating around the trails at an easy pace, and then ran just under an hour on the bike trails, finishing up right at nightfall. Temps were somewhere in the lower teens, and there was some breeze, but nothing formidable.
Snow started up again late in the day and into the night. Ski trails were spiffy, and the snow dog went around several of the bike trails a few hours before I set foot on them, and so the running was not bad either.
Skied 1/2 with me and 1/2 with Tyler (and me.)
Nat snuck up on me on his bike as it was turning dark, and flicked his lights on and spotlighted me when he was only about 50' out. Luckily I was on the lookout for mountain lions, so a mountain/snow biker had no chance of taking me by surprise. I hadn't seen Nat for ages, and by chance we both ended up at the car park at the same time, and we chatted for a while in the balmy (not) night air. Learned some interesting things about how permitting does and does not work at the local Forest HQs, and where things have been bottle necked in the past. You never know when that kind of thing could be useful with respect to future event plans.
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