Snowmass Mountain lies deep in the Elk Range, not far from
How are we ever going to get going? Bryce and Kai.
Off on an adventure in the Snowmass Wilderness.
Regrouping after a creek crossing.
Thrilled to finally have the skis on.
Snowmass Peak on the left, and Snowmass Mountain on the right in the distance.
Skinning across the lake at dawn.
Bryce with a bad (or good?) case of hat hair.
Nearing the summit.
On the summit boulder.
San Luis Valley Boyz!
Taking a tea break after skiing the steep upper pitch.
And then skiing perfect, gentle corn with the Maroon Bells in the background.
Bryce spraying some corn.
A short nap on the way out.
Aspen in spring.
the jarring wealth of Aspen but a world apart. On the eight mile hike to the lake below the mountain, we saw all the signs of spring and life. Ducks and herons skimmed across the wetlands in the lazy stretch behind beaver dams on the otherwise lively Snowmass Creek. Groves of Aspen shimmered bright and green in the breeze, and the earth smelled warm and rich. Only if we looked up into the distance, far upstream, was the tranquility of the valley threatened by the high peaks. But up we looked. And up we went. And down we skied!