The Denver
The Denver Glacier had a lot of miles put on it this past
July. We’d wake up from our damp wall tent, take two steps out the door and snap
on the zeros. For five days we skied through a mix of foggy, snowing, and
bluebird conditions. Typical Glacier weather I guess: never knowing what to
expect. Training was phenomenal.
Higher intensity training and speed work was difficult
because our baskets punched though the snow’s crust, especially later in the
afternoon. There are no trails on the glacier and we had a loop specially
groomed only the day before we arrived (making punchy conditions inevitable). I could only
imagine what it would be like to have a pisten bully up there. Still the skiing
was amazing; the last day especially. Not a cloud in the sky and a smooth crust
to explore the whole glacier.
It was hard to stop skiing that day, but we had
to make the hike down to Skagway and drive home. Only a three hour hike and two
hour drive later, I was back in Whitehorse for a much needed shower. First
glacier camp in the bag.
The whole glacier crew
Now we’re In Anchorage about to hop up on the Eagle Glacier.
I don’t know where the rest of July went. A lot of it was spent fishing. Caught
my biggest lake trout ever. A little over 15 pounds.
