|Bushes during a morning ski|
Coping with some thermal shock. My internal thermometer needs recalibration: sometimes 40 F feels unbearably hot, and then when it's 55 degrees and rainy, my hands are numb and I'm shivering.
I spent a day at home and missed not being surrounded by snow, so I drove to the Cascades to hang around the mountains. Vermont has nothing on Washington's mountains.
|My sister in her snow fort|
|Blood spattering on the ski trail|
|I found a dead mule deer one morning|
|300 km of perfectly groomed, inter-connected trails. Vermont doesn't have a chance|
|15 km uphill-so worth the view|
|Gradual uphill to Thompson Ridge|
|The cabin we stayed at---10 feet from the ski trails|
|Returning from a morning ski|
|I can't get over how perfect it was|
|Crossing a bridge|
Six more days and I'll be getting on a 53 hour flight to Nepal. My flight: Seattle-San Francisco-Hong Kong-Bangladesh-Kathmandu. All my things are either in a box in my parents' garage or in my backpack.
First guest-house reservation in Nepal: $1.5/night.
If you want to stay in touch, comment below, I'll try to find a cyber cafe at some point, but no guarantees.