My first backcountry ski trip was a debacle. Gered and I attempted to ski up to Carter Notch, where our AMC hut reservations were waiting.
The post-trip box score would have read something like this:
Working against us:
1. Late start.
2. Overambitious plan.
3. Overdressed.
4. Kitchen sink in the backpack
5. Poor map reading skills
6. Wax....what's that for?
7. Ridiculously uneven trail
Working for us:
1. Enthusiasm
Did I also mention that I was completely out of shape. I still hadn't found something to do in the "shoulder season" between mountain biking and skiing... well except for X-Box and eating that is.
Enthusiasm and an extra pair of boots for the snowshoes. Really?
It was no match.. Winter had it's way with us, and spit us out exhausted and defeated.
