This weekend, we went to Flagstaff, AZ to do Avalanche Safety training, in the hope of being able to both Backcountry Ski more and survive. We were out for 3 days in beautiful, warm weather (40F in the day), digging holes in the ground, learning to analyze the snowpack, and skiing around the backcountry having a good ol' time. Our younger 2 came and did ski lessons all day. The oldest stayed back in Tucson with a friend so she wouldn't miss basketball.
I brought my tri bike with the
intention of riding at altitude (Flagstaff is 7000'; Tucson is a mere
2800'). But I opted to catch up on a major sleep debt that started with
our drive back from vacation last week, and included 2 overnight calls
in the hospital this week. The recently snowed-upon roads were pretty
manky and dirty anyway.
Given work and kid schedule, this was
definitely my last ski trip. I think it's good for my longevity in
Tri/IM to have other activities, but now the SBR begins in earnest!
We (4 of the participants) rescued 4 dummies buried on a steep run using transcievers, poles, and shovels, in less than 30 min.
In the parking lot at Arizona Snowbowl!
Gotta love truth in Advertising! Karen contemplates the merch.