Deep Powder Tracks

By Phil Sasso

Winter storms are fierce. In the old days, my fingers didn’t freeze nearly as fast as these days. Forty years have taken their toll in many ways. Now in the middle of a storm, the truck becomes the mothership, the last warm, windless place. Why am I going out in this? Powder snow. So, given my elderly circulation I look to get as dressed as I can inside the truck – a trick behind the wheel. You can position the doors to provide lee from the wind, or you can choose the windless side of your vehicle. Boots, buckles, snaps, zippers and all manner of clothing have a sequence. Then it’s off to the trailhead and a climb.

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