This summer any time I was invited on a hike, it was a production. Knee brace? Check. Hiking poles? Check. I can remain in denial about advancing into middle age for only so long, right? Whatever. Most days the hassle was worth the killer views, exhilarating endorphin’s, the works. Then, rather by accident, I happened
Some days you don’t feel like exerting yourself -no biking and no hiking. You just want to chill, relax and have an easy -breezy day. Last Saturday was one of those days. We had some friends visiting from California so the chairlift to Deer Valley’s Bald Mountain was just what the doctor ordered.Great views –
Ski Patroller Peter Thompson ski cutting his way across Ruins of Pompeii on Bald Mountain around 8 am on St Pattys day. Deer Valley’s groomers working hard to turn fresh snow into corduroy on Keno. 8.15 am, Bald Mountain.