Kevin and I made a quick trip out towards Bear Valley this past weekend. It's a very mellow family friendly spot tucked away
between Tahoe and Yosemite. There is a small
ski resort at the end of the road, literally. This is where the plows stop on Highway 4.
The plan was to skin into the backcountry on Saturday, make camp and ski delicious spring corn under sunny blue skies. But instead of bluebird spring conditions we got cold and rainy instead. Well at least it started as rain. There was also hail, sleet, thunder and lightning. We started with the best intentions, heads down, skinning through the rain. After we had traveled far enough to get soaked down to our baselayers we decided to set up a tarp and wait it out. Sometimes the mountains show you how much you can take, you go further and climb higher than you ever thought you could. Sometimes, they don't. We decided (and I was ready to pitch this option hard) to head back to the car, get some dry clothes and have a hot meal (I think I'm getting old). We headed to the
Snowshoe Brewery, drank beer and played
Buck Hunter until they kicked us out. By the way, kevin is an ace marksmen. Who would've thunk it.
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| Waiting it out. This sucks, let's go play Buck Hunter. |
The next morning it was bright, sunny, and Spring. Now that's more like it! We headed up Mount Reba and harvested fantastic Spring corn. And to top it off Kevin and I poached the backside of Bear Valley ski taking the chairlift up and out of the valley instead of climbing. Silly rabbit, tricks are for kids.
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| Kevin, in it to win it. |
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| The corn harvest. |
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| The poach. Shhhh! I'm trying to hunt rabbits. |
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