Bear Wallow creek, from a few years before I discovered the invasive Goatsbeard (Tragopogon dubious) in this back country meadow, and commenced my campaign of attrition; thousands of dead later, real progress is being made. Also before I fixed my heels (& fixed my problem?) and started properly skiing the steep rowdy ski terrain above, and figured how to game the approach skoot so I could share it with fit friends on rondo gear. (This is the only ski shot I have on this day and month in the last dozen years, which is funny because I have seven different ski days on tomorrow’s date, and six on yesterday’s, each with numerous images. That’s not counting the archives, which I have yet to delve into.)
