This is the route Kelly and I took on the Sourdough trail. We started near the top and traveled one-way to the end of the trail. I've marked the location of a bunch of odd pits, the spot we always stop for a break and to look at the scenery, and the place where we nearly missed a turn.
An aerial view of the trail.
The elevation profile of the Sourdough Trail. Since we traveled one-way, the trip is mostly downhill.
As always, we have to document the beginning of the trip. All of the gravel on the road is not promising for a ski trip.
We've reached the highest point of the trip and the snow is getting pretty sparse.
There are several odd pits dug next to the trail. They might be something to do with mines, but they are only a few feet deep.
Kelly's been slipping all day, so it's time to wax up. Better late than never.
This is a nice spot where the terrain opens up and gives a wide open panorama to the east. It makes a good place to rest and enjoy the view.
The view to the east.
After traveling downhill for a couple hours, we reached a place on the trail where the tracks just seemed to disappear. We skied up a stream bed to try to locate the tail, but didn't find anything. The sun was starting to sink and it was getting cold. Kelly got tripped up by the crusty snow and took a tumble. He knows what a turtle on its back must feel like. I began to head up the trail, sure that the turn must be there. Voila! Found it almost immediately.
OK, now what?
It's getting later and darker and the snow is getting worse. At least we found the trail. The thought of beers and burgers keeps us going.
