Seven AM Saturday morning we loaded up the skis packs boots and sleds for a trip to the farm cabin nestled northeast of Prince George in the McGregor mountains.
For decades there has been a love-hate relationship between skiers and sledders, mostly hate on the part of the skiers. Sledders probably just laugh at us.
Nowadays government budgets are not sufficient to keep logging roads and Forest Service roads plowed in the winter. For skiers, sleds are becoming a necessity allowing us access to prime backcountry ski areas.
All our ski equipment, avalanche safety gear, and technical clothing is topnotch and kept in good working condition. The sleds are usually bottom of the line and may get looked over grudgingly once a year.
We stopped at the Pass Lake road with all the other vehicles, unloaded the machines, packed all the gear into the skimmers and set off down the compact snow filled road for about 30 K.
We turned left at the same place we did last year, an overgrown logging road thick with willows 1 ½ inches in diameter. From there we climbed over the ridge and descended down into the meadow across from the cabin. The snow was yucky wet and heavy.