Making Tracks – Marmot Basin
No need to rush on a powder day at Marmot Basin, there’s plenty to go around. Thighs burning. Butt aching. Hamstrings groaning. Even my cheeks cramp, a toothy smile plastered across my face as I arc another turn through shin-deep dust, a contrail of crystals leaping into my wake and hanging in the cold, still … More »