We rolled out of Carbondale the standard 30 minutes behind schedule,
Maté in hand and Steel Pulse bumping. Cloudy skies and about 2 inches
of fresh snow greeted us in the parking lot as we headed up the
familiar trail. It feels good to be able to roll up at 9:30am on a
weekend and still have the pleasure of breaking trail albeit only two
inches. Can’t help but love Colorado! (Or at least where I live, don’t
know what it is like for you Front Rangers) Then things started to get
strange. The sky turned blue and the snow started to get deep, really
deep. Not too much of a surprise really, Marble tends to be epic,
especially when you least expect it.
Aspen reports two, Marble gets
twenty, but this day was really bizarre. Only two inches of fresh
covered the skin track until we reached the final bowl leading to
Marble peak. We started breaking trail through maybe twelve inches
when we started up the bowl, but it was not long until the snow was
hip deep and I was hoping someone wanted to pass me. We did laps until
we could not walk. For a pow-starved soul this is just what the doctor
ordered.
