Went to ski Harp Mountain at the end of Hiland Road today after work. When we got there it was beautiful and warm. I almost left my shell at the truck and started without a jacket. Common sense prevailed, and I would later be very glad that I brought my shell with me.
We skinned up this ridge and then quite a ways beyond up and to the left. (You can see the zig-zagged skin track that we set.)
Here is a shot of my friend Brian and his dog Roxanne climbing up behind me.
Here's a view of a portion of what's to come while standing in the same spot as the previous picture, but there was more beyond this knoll.