First turns from the top and I could tell I was too late (not even ten yet), barely supportive, getting punchy, skis dropping in sporadically, having to turn and pole, light and smooth.
Made a nice set of turns on top of this wind loaded rib, then dropped in smooth under the little cross cornice, the slomo slough still slithering as I shot this frame.
Skiing is bunk, so might as well go sightseeing along the creek.
As a skier I feel a kinship with the joyfully leaping cascade.
The distinctive silhouette of Douglas fir (Psuedotsuga menziesii), said not to occur naturally in the Tahoe Basin. I have otherwise only seen them here in old neighborhoods, where folks presumably planted them. There are a few growing right here in the forest though, a quarter mile above the former site of a Girl Scout camp from the middle of the last century, and a few hundred yards above the through trail, a couple miles up canyon from the Lake.
Doug Fir foliage and the trunk at far left, the trunk on the right is a Jeffrey Pine, as seen in the previous frame.
Douglas Fir (Psuedotsuga menziesii) cone with distinctive bracts between the petals