As the great Paul Harvey used to say over the airwaves on my way to school, "And now ... the rest of the story." So as i said in the previous post, I was up at baker all weekend, ringing in the new year and snowshoeing my life away. Now, the brief details. We ventured up the old artist point road, found out we were badly out of shape (all the while blaming it on the high altitude), then struck off away from the worn path and blazed through the rugged baker terrain. We crossed ski runs, scaled steep hills, wove in and around mountain forests, reached a plateau summit and ate our breakfast cookies. Then, we meandered a bit. Finally, in a time saving and adventure seeking decision, forged our way down a cliff. A literal cliff. What started as a slow cautious descent turned into a wild, out of control slide. it took about an hour to get up ... and about 3.5 minutes to get back down. In between, we saw these views. These views made it all worthwhile.
