Peak 3 - Tuesday night tele-skiing.

Well, that happened. Here we were, thinking we would take advantage of the fact that the sun doesn't set until around 9:45 these days to do a little peak bagging after work.

The fog rolled in the ascent up Peak 3 and never went away, making the already strange snow (it was taught like a drum) even stranger, and Chester and I started to get more and more nauseus as vertigo set in.

The ski down was...well, we survived. I learned two things: breakable crust is really hard to ski with telemark skis and skiing with telemark skis is really hard. Wow - props to the free-heel folks, I almost killed myself.