Seems lots of folks are getting their haiku on lately.
In memory of yesterday's dawn patrol ski mission to a local spot called 'the fingers'...
much fresh snow at dawn
one long run full of faceshots
I love the fingers
Really-it was pure snoetry (snow+poetry). Nice quiet hike up. Speedy powder. Choking and gagging on snow just like standing beside a snow-blower. Seeing your friends turn into swirling powder comets. At the end of it I think my smile muscles were more worked than my legs.
"You have no idea"
