Ruby Mountains Part 4

The Final Day and there is not much to show. We woke up to 100 feet of visibility and howling winds. We did not take many pictures do the fact that we could not see anything.

Liberty Pass- our final high point before thousands of feet of downhill.

We made it to the car though after a few hours of wandering around above 10,000 feet. we had to ski a steep couloir and ski past 3 high mountain lakes. It was a strong finish to a epic weekend. Here are my final thoughts on the Ruby Mtns.

Lamoille Canyon= The Finish Line

This is how we both felt. It felt good to reach the car.

When seeing the Ruby Mountains for the first time, there is a certain aura around them that causes to conjure up ideas of great, unskied lines, or impassable ridgelines. They come out of nowhere in the desert of Nevada and for a few moments it takes your mind away from never ending strip of pavement that you have been staring at for hours while motoring on Interstate 80. Your thoughts are lost in couloirs, bowls and powder. They stand as an oasis. Mark was the one that took those thoughts and acted upon them. After 3 years of plans not working out he finally quenched his wonderment about what the Rubies really hold. I was lucky enough to be a part of it.

This curiosity is the basis for most epic adventures and the force that drives us to do what we do. We all love to make turns in soft snow and scare ourselves on steep slopes, but what we really want is to see what is out there and feed the imagination with even more images and more possibilities. I guess it is a perpetual cycle with no end. And those of us that attempt to satisfy the curiosity seem to only become more curious.