Kevin and I headed out Friday up Ward Mountain. I had an obscure tour in mind that was all new and we were pretty excited about that. We summited Ward after 3 hours and with a shallow cloud hovering over the summit we began our first descent of the day down the south face of Ward to Camas Lakes.

We had both looked to the north on St Joseph Peak tours and admired the inspiring southeast face/gully of the East Butte. Using the fast and safe conditions, Brian and I hit the trail at 6:07 a.m. skinning up the face of Little St. Joseph Peak.

G-Spot. I've always kind of felt that skiing powder had a sexual allure to it. The snow that gets pitched up when you cut deep turns often dances along the inside of your upper thigh, flirting with the crotch of your snowpants. It's a good feeling. Euphoria of the elements, or something.

Anyway, these shots are from the weekend before last — also amid a warm spell. The snow was great higher up, but many a Montana skier had been up to these parts over the weekend. Finding fresh lines is like finding pennies on the sidewalk — they're always there, you've just got to look.

My school-time diet of Cup of Noodles and red #40 is making the uphill bits of good ski days marginally less fun. BAH! Who am I kidding, I love sucking wind if it means going 'wee-wee-wee-wee all the way home.'
Good lines out there, earthlings!
It took a good long while to pull the trigger on skiing this line this year. We had to wait for decent stability and it came in the form of midwinter corn snow.
