Elise, Micki, and Steve setting out.
It's nice to at least have a warning, I suppose.
Elise is bemused. Or maybe judging me.
It snowed quite a bit that afternoon.
Critter tracks in fresh snow the next morning
A salesman with a sense of humor. Overall personality: a bit wooden.
The tailings pit, named for its former use as a dumping area for tailings from the mine.
Steve shoots ahead.
Elise's Uncle Dave, suffering horribly in the absence of his favorite skis.
Looking NNE up Thirteenth Lake.
Elise and Steve ponder the deeper meanings of snow, skiing, and how freezing cold it is since there's no protection from the wind on the lake.
Not every picture needs a caption.
Snowboarding pants are simply too baggy for XC skiing.
Micki makes haste for shelter from the wind.
A lakeside introduction. LTR: Steve, ?? (I don't do names very well), Dave, Micki, Elise.
Steve strikes a pose. But where's the Sven hat?
"Hey, turn around for a sec!"
The Nuding family house, where the mine foreman(?) lived before the mine shut down.
Somehow my hands stayed warm most of the time without gloves.
One last evening run as the sun sets.
It was a pain to get a shot that didn't include the orange tape indicating the "you're about to die" line
Being a beginner, I opted to go back.
A quick stop on our drive home to enjoy the glorious weather.
Mmmmm, warm sun.