Tales and adventures of two lean mean mountain machines
Something has been missing this past November. As the evenings turned dark the mountains were black. There was no white. No snow, no powder and no ice. It was freakishly warm for most of the month, with temperatures reaching up to ten degrees even at 700m of altitude. Sometimes the degrees took a dip to… Continue reading Beautiful Powder
Things are starting to look different when I look out of the window of our cabana now. The fluffy blanket of snow is disappearing and where silent woods once stood covered in white, brown patches now show on the forest floor. There's even a hint of green here and there. Long hours of dusk have… Continue reading Season Zero
