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Categories: 2013, March, March 15
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It was conceivable to try to swim across the river in the ponds upstream but the water would be butt cold and with skis it would be a clusterfk, I’d need a drybag, etc. And then of course, I’d have to cross again on the way back. And it would likely take sufficient extra time to result in having to ski home in the dark. That all would feel like stubborn, self-serious siege tactics, making a pretense of my aims for connection. No. I would go if the mountain offered it up in a clean, unforced style, or come back at a better time, when it was in proper conditions, or not at all. This was personal, to participate in this great beauty, not for show or profit. This aesthetic helps keep me safe out here, keeps me right with the Rockbound locals. I try to honor that.
