Todd Duncan Tennyson
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The red dog was aching to get out and go today, and I felt like it might be good to get him out again.
When I did the trek yesterday, it was blue skies.
It was sunny and nice and we could see farther than we could shoot.
No winds (other than a light breeze from the south.) It was hot in a tee shirt, and made me want to have a beer on the way up. Hot and dry and getting even more dry.
Today,
We parked at the ski lodge at Mt Ashland and did the 1200 or so feet in an hour and a half.
I stopped at the ski hut on the way and parked.
Usually the guys there have their big garage type door open and they are working on ski equipment, Sno Cats etc.
Today was different.
I parked, grabbed my War pack and got out.
Doubled back after I felt the sting of the wind and the bite it had for me.
Grabbed my Heavy long sleeved wool shirt and put it on, and then donned my raincoat.
Winds at 25-40 mph on the S slope
no visibility for a shot (unless you were rocking a slingshot or snub nosed wheelgun.)
Kaden was ready to roll, (he always is ready.)
I knew we would get blasted by that wind and spray as we crossed over from the SW flank to the top, and boy did we ever.
I had to sit down behind a tree, take my hat off and tighten it up some, because I was sure to lose it otherwise.
Kaden kept looking back at me. He spoke a few times, which is rare for him...
He has been a dog of relatively few words thus far,
but it has only been about 5 years since we met,
and good friendships take time.
He said, "You'd better hang on to that hat. I am going to meet you up over the top at the roundabout where the ski lift stops"
I said "Aye"
200 Yards and we were at the roundabout and the wind was blowing and honest 35 mph steady.
There was no rain, but the mist was so heavy that if you got behind a tree to break away from the blow, then you got doused by the water wicked out of the air by the pine needles.
I started getting cold at the top.
I figured I'd better dry out some and give it 5 minutes to rest up.
Kaden sat there with me and we watched the banks of clouds slam past us.
The wind whipped through the cables on the equipment up at the top, and made an eerie sort of howl.
We took a few minutes and let the sweat evaporate at the top, in the shelter of the skilift roundabout.
so we wouldn't get cold on the way down.
We buckled up, and suited up and made our way down the N Slope, just as we had done 24 hours earlier.
About half way down, Kaden looked back and said. "Hey, it was colder than a witches tit up there on top."
I just laughed and was glad I had a dog that wanted to talk to me.
When I did the trek yesterday, it was blue skies.
It was sunny and nice and we could see farther than we could shoot.
No winds (other than a light breeze from the south.) It was hot in a tee shirt, and made me want to have a beer on the way up. Hot and dry and getting even more dry.
Today,
We parked at the ski lodge at Mt Ashland and did the 1200 or so feet in an hour and a half.
I stopped at the ski hut on the way and parked.
Usually the guys there have their big garage type door open and they are working on ski equipment, Sno Cats etc.
Today was different.
I parked, grabbed my War pack and got out.
Doubled back after I felt the sting of the wind and the bite it had for me.
Grabbed my Heavy long sleeved wool shirt and put it on, and then donned my raincoat.
Winds at 25-40 mph on the S slope
no visibility for a shot (unless you were rocking a slingshot or snub nosed wheelgun.)
Kaden was ready to roll, (he always is ready.)
I knew we would get blasted by that wind and spray as we crossed over from the SW flank to the top, and boy did we ever.
I had to sit down behind a tree, take my hat off and tighten it up some, because I was sure to lose it otherwise.
Kaden kept looking back at me. He spoke a few times, which is rare for him...
He has been a dog of relatively few words thus far,
but it has only been about 5 years since we met,
and good friendships take time.
He said, "You'd better hang on to that hat. I am going to meet you up over the top at the roundabout where the ski lift stops"
I said "Aye"
200 Yards and we were at the roundabout and the wind was blowing and honest 35 mph steady.
There was no rain, but the mist was so heavy that if you got behind a tree to break away from the blow, then you got doused by the water wicked out of the air by the pine needles.
I started getting cold at the top.
I figured I'd better dry out some and give it 5 minutes to rest up.
Kaden sat there with me and we watched the banks of clouds slam past us.
The wind whipped through the cables on the equipment up at the top, and made an eerie sort of howl.
We took a few minutes and let the sweat evaporate at the top, in the shelter of the skilift roundabout.
so we wouldn't get cold on the way down.
We buckled up, and suited up and made our way down the N Slope, just as we had done 24 hours earlier.
About half way down, Kaden looked back and said. "Hey, it was colder than a witches tit up there on top."
I just laughed and was glad I had a dog that wanted to talk to me.
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