Upon waking up and looking outside this morning, everything looked dark and foggy-damp-cold and not at all inviting. But by the time we got to the trailhead, the sun was popping out and hitting the exceptionally crystalliney ground blanket and I could just sense that it was gonna be a rad outing.
The trail was snow boot-walkable out of the parking lot for a few hundred yards, but it didn't take long before we were travelling on a legit snowshoe base, where you'd have been post-holing without them. Nope, the trail that we were packing with our 'shoes would not be fatbike-rideable, in case you're wondering.
This is our group, less Christa and her mom . . .
|Brandy! Over here!|
Candid family portrait, courtesy Glen . . .
It would not have been a complete day for me if it hadn't invovled a little high-marking, so I fell back towards the end, and did my thing.
I just continue to be more impressed with Antoine Peak every time I'm there. It's so close and yet so removed from the city. It's real winter there, once you gain a few hundered feet in elevation. I can't help but think what a fantastic workout it would be to 'shoe to the top. It would probably be a 5 or 6 hour round trip, with lunch in the middle, maybe at the peak. Serious food for thought.