Throwback Thursdays: reliving memories I’d otherwise forget whole cloth. I intend this year to be somewhat systematic about tbt. Might go back to forgetting next year, but for this one: I intend to remember on schedule.
x-c ’80s skiing in one of my favorite winter places (second only to Yellowstone).
There’s nothing quite like a photographer to throw you off your nice, newly mastered glissading stride. If I remember correctly, I wound up having to skid to a stop completely and start all over again. With that Grand old Teton and her sisters staring implacably down on the debacle. All made much more doable, of course, because hot chocolate awaited any chilly soul that could make it back to our cozy Mission 66 house at Moose in one piece and capable of lifting a hot mug. Good times.