The avalanche rose looks like this:
And we’re all a bit spooked after Wednesday’s fatality. So instead of touring today, I found myself doing this:
Rick was up to his usual tricks, setting a blistering pace to the top (he kindly let me pull to the front as Rachel approached us driving down the hill, though, and yes, she bought it). As a result, I had the first taste of vomit in my mouth for the year.
Aaron reminded me that it would be the first of many.