The route was long, about 9-10 miles each way. We started off at the Moser trailhead and dropped into the Bozeman Creek drainage coming from the Hyalite side. Scott and Ghetto-C are ready to go (me not so much):
Slowly we make the uphill slog of about a mile, maybe 1 1/2. Ghetto-C taking a break, and me and Scott at the top of the Moser jumpoff road ready to begin some down hill:
The three amigos gringos norte, taking a break on the nicely groomed downhill section, and Scott getting ready do some powder traversing through a gladed section:
After a long ski, especially after reaching the Sourdough trail junction where a long slow semi-uphill begins, we reached the cabin. As we were approaching the cabin there is a nice little downhill section which was nice and powdery. I was able to catch Chris at the optimum pre-faceplant moment:
Not even some wind, blowing snow, and sub-freezing temperatures can dim Chris' enthusiasm for fishing. He went out and augured a couple holes in the lake, and we set about to manning the tiny little rods. Eventually there was a bite and I pulled in a cutthroat trout of about 13":
After a fine evening of food, fire, and fine absinthe (courtesy of the excellent beer-toting Scott), it was time for some turns. Scott gave me some good ski lessons on initiating a tele-turn and traversing/switchbacking. It was good ski learning and awesome practice.
While this was going on, Ghetto-C was going after more trout. Scott decided to climb to the top of a nice glade-filled gully section and bomb back down.
Chris caught a giant cutthroat!
Eventually it was time to head out and make the long ski back down the Sourdough Canyon trail and back to Chris' car which would take us back over to Moser Creek where Scott's truck and some tasty post-ski beers were waiting for us!
It was a lot of hard work and a long ski, but it was damn good times with a couple of awesome dudes! It's going to be tough playing basketball tonight.
