Up North

 

  

  One place that has gotten both snow and cold this winter is Tug Hill.  Gail advocated for a trip organized by the Cayuga Ski Club which was an excellent plan.  The drive up was an adventure in itself that started in heavy rain and switched to heavy snow by the time we got to the Thruway and missed an exit.  We made it to Boonville, and it resulted in fresh, deep snow to ski in Saturday and Sunday.  There was also a chance to hang out with many fellow club members at the hotel and in the warming hut at BREIA.

  Single digits Saturday, well below zero Sunday, kept us in the woods as much as possible.  We were able to keep warm and enjoyed excellent conditions.

  Every once in a while, you have to repeat that line from Blazing Saddles, "Excuse me while I whip this out."  Well, you don't, but I still do it.

  While most of the trails were groomed before the Friday snowfall, it was still good to get a chance to break trail in fresh snow.

  This is Gail's "I just saw a moose" look.  We didn't see it long though.  Despite the extreme depth of the snow, it ran fast and far and was quickly out of sight.

  Thanks to the towpath along the old Black River Canal, I was able to ski off Tug Hill and into Boonville to get back to the hotel.  And thanks to a clear cut for power lines carrying Canadian electrons, we got a view of the Adirondacks 20 miles to the east.

  Here's looking at you.