Flying an approach into Anchorage at dusk lead to nice views of the Chugach National Forest... Most forests grow trees - well the Chugach grows mountains. When I snapped this photo we were over Turnagain Arm.
The Knik Arm and the Talkeetna Mountains. I liked the way the ice formed ribbons on the water.
After Nate picked us up at the airport we went to the homestead. The following morning we decided to put some tracks in the snow. Unfortunately a sever winter storm had blown all the nice fresh powder somewhere north of the Brooks Range - or so it seemed. Ther was a little bit of softer stuff in the willows but not much.
Nate works at skinning his ski in some weather that felt a lot like my beloved SE.
Evening shot of the Anchorage Bowl from the porch of the house. What a view!
The following morning a little before 10am.
Decided to take another ski tour. Nate led the way up the mountain toward one of his backyard peaks.
The Alaska Range is lit up by the morning sun.
Here is the rock outcrop we climbed. The top afforded some very nice views. The actual reason I included this photo was because of the dall ram on the horizon on the left hand side of the photo. The full size version of this photo provides a little more detail. He watched us for quite some time before getting up and scampering down the other side of the mountain.
Nate with his new camera.
This would have looked a lot more exciting from a low vantage point. It was actually an impressive leap while wearing ski boots.
North and South Suicide Peaks rise in the background behind Nate.
Turnagain Arm.
Skinning a ski again. We started down our run and then promptly ran out of snow. Had to hike a little to find another line. It was a nice line and I was cruising along when I decided to do some aggressive GS turns to lose some speed near the bottom of the slope. Unfortunately my noodle skis flexed enough for my bindings to go into insta tele mode and snap. OUCH! It was a sad moment. I've shared many a good memory with those bindings. Yet another victim fell to the curse of Nate's Triangle (closely related to the Bermuda Triangle - but much colder). Good thing I brought two pairs of skis.