Figuring this may be our last hurrah in the snow for a while, we head up the mountain in heavy snowfall. Ann has held a grudge against Raven’s Ridge ever since our six-hour posthole trudge last May, and wants a rematch in some real snow. Real snow is what we get, dumping all day long. The ridge is still long, but we beat our posthole time regardless, and this time we get to ski down! But not before a quick trip to the very white, windswept, unfriendly summit of Desolation Peak. Then the reward – soft, poofy turns down down down…
Dylan with tree phlumf
2 responses to “Phlumf on Raven’s Ridge”
“Phlumf” is not a word.
It is so, just not in scrabble 😉