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stance—in succession after frenetic succession of turns down the beat, nicked slopes above the long chair-lift lines. I'm not trying to paint my boys as antisocial, nor myself as averse to resort skiing. We are all, however, prone to like change of scene. Fending off the chiselers in the lift lines, relaxing briefly while we ride the chairs, and fighting our way back down the slopes, running over the tails of the slow skis ahead of us or trying not to be run over by the faster skis behind—all this is good fun for a certain number of week ends. Then we're ready to get back to fundamentals. Out our way Spring is the best time for those fundamentals. The days are long enough to light a several-mile ski tour and the sun is usually mature enough to warm a lunch-time bask. The snowpack is at its deepest, smoothing out the high country. The Sierra Club's touring huts are especially inviting then, each an easy day's travel sandwiched between snug nights. Well, not too easy. They are a good warm-up for ski mountaineering. |
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