Images of the Early Season

Mid-week, my usual shifts, are quiet. There’s always something to do — dig tower pads, raise ropes, drop ropes, shovel the roof of the summit pub (for some reason). Occasionally we have an injured skier, sometimes we train.

Certified on the snowmachine. One more skill to offer — unfortunately it’s been one more skill employed. I love the day-end sweep on skis; I love it less on the ‘doo.

Early, icy morning at the top.

At work in the gloaming of a December rain.

More to come.