Tonight I’m heading back up to the mountains to ski into the middle of nowhere with a large pack on my back. The trip will involve approximitely 18 hours of driving, 2 red bulls, 4 Van Halen albums, 48 hours of exhausting ski touring and climbing, 7 GU packs, one long trailless and manzanilla-choked canyon, a beautiful snow-laden couloir and a 14,000′+ summit. Early season conditions will surely be challenging, and some serious suffering is on the agenda. Why do I drive such long distances only to hurt? Maybe it is best said by the bumper sticker I once saw — “My Best Vacation is Your Worst Nightmare”. Another perspective is seen here, in an article I wrote for Couloir Magazine a few years ago.
Enjoy the suffering!