Yes we picked the coldest weekend of the winter for our backcountry adventure. I learned that I only need the clothes I would wear on the coldest day ever, not more, that I am a ‘plan b’ person and this throws me into a survival mode that is less playful more cautious, and that spending time outdoors in this beauty is worth it. The images are courtesy of Toni, bless her for taking hands out of gloves to capture them. The gps maps of our second (13.5 miles) and third day (8 miles) skis courtesy of Reynold. Lastly, toe warmers and Zwack save the day.