Ghetto ski up at Mt Pinos. The road was closed way down at the bottom (junction with pine mt club), but the other side of the gate was also plowed down there (not so good for skiing). So I did some dodgy backcountry double poling (and a lot of herringbone) randomly up the side of the mountain. It actually wasn't too bad, there was a couple inches of fluff, and I didn't seem to be grinding into the ground at all. Kinda fun to be cruising through the trees on the flat parts. After a while I got up to a ridge where I could see back down to the road, and turns out it was only plowed for half a mile or so past the gate. So I dropped down to there and headed up the road. It varied from ok (two inches on top of windblown crust) to painful (8 inches of mashed potatoes). So basically like Royal Gorge. Made it up to McGill, where since it was a lot higher (7500 vs 6k at the start) it was pretty consistently the 8" of potato variety. Going down was pretty uneventful, by then it was warm down low and everything was saturated, so I had no glide at all. But still not bad for 100 miles from home.
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Then just for kicks I got about 10 miles down the road driving home and started hearing a metal-on-metal screaching sound coming from the car. Actually I think I was listening to GNR or something at the time and then song ended but the death metal guitar didn't. Anyway I poked around a bit to see if I could see anything hanging off the bottom, couldn't, and so screached my way down to the highway (only another couple miles). Pulled into a good-old-boy car shop where they put it up on the lift, whacked the front wheel with a gigantic wrench a couple times (why is this a recurring theme for how people fix my car?), and declared it fixed. Apparrently there's a heat shield for the brakes that got bent into the rim (caught a rock or something) and was making lots of noise but not actually breaking too much. Anyway 20 minutes and $50 later its good as new and I'm headed home again.
Also I got a
mac yesterday. Its so cute.