Waking up friday morning, I head to my home office to send a few quick emails and do a bit of work before my lazy 9am departure. I’ll be skiing near Marble, CO in a few hours, but need my clients to think I’m happily working first. A quick phone call to one of my favorite clients ends with a disturbing conclusion; “Happy Friday the 13th” she says!
I’m typically a rational person. However, my mother passed one negative trait on to me that I’ve been fighting off most of my life.
I’m prone to occasional bouts of superstition. Combine that with my attempt to be more conservative in the backcountry, and suddenly I’m feeling a bit apprehensive about the day.
Suck it up, Dave!
I’m heading out with a good crew. Skiers and riders I know to be conservative and willing to back down when necessary. Our resident
telemarker is a local guide. We know the area and that we can eek our way safely out. But still, Friday the 13th!
We arrive at the trailhead without incident, “Whew!” Through on our gear, mine being loaded into my Sweet Pea. We ascend into the trees, which confirm the … READ MORE >