Friday Night - 22:00
Sustained winds of 40+ MPH blowing the dumping of snow that we are getting horizontally only gives me about 10 feet of visibility in the dark.
But there I am at the bottom of the Spring Pitch run with about quarter of a mile climb to get back up to my sled.
I am wearing about 20 pounds of clothing and gear. My boots weigh 3lbs each... This I know from both the tech specs and weighing them myself just to be sure.
I am already exhausted from digging out all of the snow guns and having moved a conservative estimate of a ton of snow in a little over an hour... with a shovel... by hand... at 10,000 feet in elevation, in the dark.
Kicking steps the entire way up the frozen slope, I am using two short handled shovels as impromptu trekking poles for both safety and stabilization as I climb. Shovels are a lot heavier than trekking poles and my arms are burning.
I determine that I have zero desire to ever climb any of the highest peaks on the planet... ever.
Kick, step, kick, step... look up and verify my route the best I can... Kick, step, kick, step...
Finally I make it to the top of the bowl, and rather spent I might add...
This is what my training looks like now... unorthodox as hell, but I am getting scary strong.
The joys of being a snow maker... cross fit as a job...