I know I’ll probably have to take a look at this errant behavior someday but not now.At times I ski trails that are closed. Though I don’t go if signs indicate danger, I knew these trails and sensed their closed-ness was due to ungroomability because of small stream cut throughs. The weather had been cold enough for long enough and we just had new, fresh snow (it was still snowing).

Every inch of my winter being was insisting, ‘You must do Cascade Brook, then Beanbender, then Lower Snows. Lower Snows, other than the initial downhill, isn’t much of a challenge, but it brings me back to the open, groomed trail.

An immense stillness permeates my being as I schwoosh along through new fallen snow. Add solitariness and for me it nears the sublime. (Within limits. Not when the sun’s going down and I still have far to go and I have no water – but that’s only happened once.)

Backcountry skis have metal edges and cut turns nicely in most conditions.

I finished Cascade Brook and headed to the top of Snows Mountain to take Beanbender down. When I got there I saw no one had gone over the top. All tracks stopped at the TRAIL CLOSED sign. (Someday I’ll take a look – not now.) Off I skied. What a rush (relatively speaking, of course, if you were to ask my downhill skiing progeny). Legs held strong french frying and plowing down the slope. Onto Swazeyland and the rolling trail through the woods to Lower Snows.

After the initial downhill, Lower Snows became a bit laborious. But the work was well worth it when I spied the back of the bright orange TRAIL CLOSED sign I had seen on Livermore, the groomed, open trail, on my way up to Cascade Brook. Turned left onto Livermore and home.

Not a bad outing, considering so many trails were closed!