After a hearty breakfast at the yurt, we got geared up for a day of ski touring.
It was so warm on the way up, that I must have lost 15 pounds of sweat. Brent kept reassuring me that he was comfortable in his packlight breathable shell. Just looking at him wearing that thing made me sweat even more.
During a brief break on the trail to Little Water Peak, he finally he relented and stripped of his outer layer.
The trail continues up through a beautiful quaking aspen grove. I love this part of the trail, especially on bluebird days.
Despite a dry weather pattern and warm temps, the north facing slopes held some skiable snow. Here's Brent trying to get better reception using his mobile backpack antenna.
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