Here is the elevation map: an 11 mile ski. Pretty hairy descents! The trail wasn't much wider than a snow machine track, so full snowplowing with the skis was nigh impossible. I was able to do a half-plow (?) with one ski, which was pretty stressful on the quads. A great adventure, regardless. For the downhills, I sat on the ends of my skis and rode them down. A little rough on the bum, but it worked.
Jason and Tika, the dog with the most expressive tail in the world. There were quite a few dogs there----Steve with his dog team, then five people with pet/skijoring dogs. The dogs made the trip all the more fun. What characters! Makes me want to have a dog.
At the summit. You can't really tell, but take my word for it that this is me. Windy and cold up there, so we didn't pause long. Also, I didn't take many pix over the inward trip because my digital camera froze up easily. A great argument for quicky, disposable cameras in frigid temperatures.
The Cedar Cabin. I was surprised at the ammenities---a propane stove, lights and all dishes, pots, pans and utensils.
You'll notice no pix of the hot springs, themselves! Couldn't take the digital camera to the steamy environs of the pools. Plus, it was all about soaking in the moment, not saving anything for later. Sometimes, photography can impede, that way.....at least for me, trained as a documentary photographer. Often I like to put the camera away and just BE there, you know?
The pools were wonderful---nothing fancy, but everything effective. Given that the air was +10F - +20F while we soaked, it was a challenge to get in and out of the tubs standing on snow and ice in the all-together feeling that biting wind on your....well, everything. Definitely a challenge. While in the tub, our hair froze.
On the ski out----first thing, a steep hill. No purchase to be had with my waxless touring skis. Fromage had skins, which allowed him to walk up the steep trail like his skis were glued to it. I strapped my skis on my back and trudged.... +30F temps made the day beautiful.
Fromage in the landscape. Most, if not all, of the forests we traveled through had been seared by a forest fire in the last few years. Much deadwood, tree fungus growth and sound of woodpeckers making use of the dead stands.
Fromage on the straightaway. Unfortunately, you can't see the mountain range in the background! At this point in the trail out, Jason and Tika skijored past doing a good clip. With Tika pulling, they must've made the trail head hours before us.
Fromage at home, with an old cat that missed him dearly. It was a long slog of a ski back to the car! When we got home, the water pump in our house had cut out, leaving our houseguest/sitter friend with no water. Luckily, it was just the line from the buried water tank to the house pump. When the weather warmed so quickly, it drove the frost layer deeper into the ground, and must've reached our water line 8 ft. down. 20 minutes of heat tape on it fixed it up. (Thankfully!)
The temps are still +35 everyday! I am out skate skiing my ass off on my new Madshus skis.....