I finally figured out what is wrong with my camera, and will be able to fix it as soon as I can find a micro-screwdriver. Because of the problem, however, I was restricted to taking still photography this past weekend because anything more than a jostle and the camera will not turn on. So, naturally, it gets jostled a bit when I ski with it in my pocket, so I was able to take pictures in Ouray and even a few in Telluride, but by the time I got to the top of Gold Hill Express, my camera was a no-go on one of the best days of the season so far. Luckily, the mountain shots came out pretty nice. Click any picture for a larger version.
As far as the skiing goes, I spent two days at Telluride with a great crew on Saturday that even hiked with me to explore Gold Hill Chute #9 and enjoyed the powder on the apron below it. The second day was bluebird with 6″ overnight on top of the new snow from the day before. My buddy Andrew and I hiked Black Iron Bowl three times, where the pow shots were in the face and cliff hucking was done without spotting for everything up to 15 feet. It was a great day, and if you aren’t Andrew, then I guess you’ll just have to use your imagination to picture what it was like.
Next weekend I’ll be officially starting 14er season with a winter jaunt up Mt. Sherman with the Alpine Club, so we’ll see how the weather pans out. So, I’ll leave you with a little subliminal messaging with this 14er group shot of the Wilsons.
