




Making a U turn at the Wasatch Park and Ride, I meet up with, Brody Leven. I'm pretty sure he's still asleep, but he's driving anyhow, probably subconsciously. He'll wake up about 1500 feet into the skin up Cardiff.
We link up with old friend, and Arcteryx regional rep, Stephen Sramek, along with his friend from the PNW, Peter Westman. Both are still mostly asleep. However, Peter is eating a Einsteins egg and cheese bagel sandwich, which he probably ordered it while talking in his sleep. Regardless, it looks delicious. I'm Jealous. Steve is nursing a coffee and swears it's not working. Again, I'm jealous.
We ascend and reach the saddle of Cardiff pass, put our skis on our packs and gain the summit via scramble through some loose talus and hard snow. We continue on, boot packing the ridge. All decided, we head towards Little Superior and try to stay along the goat/foot path the best we possibly can while wearing clunky chunks of plastic on wet rocks, snow, ice and mud.
The objective is earned, but not without taking a few minutes to eat, talk about summer activities, shoot some obligatory photos for said blog and wait. But not long, It's time. The corn cycle is firing! We ski right now. Collecting ourselves and ski north/northeast. Peter and Brody air in over an exposed rock and ski it like there's 8" of fresh in February, but it's May 13th... Mothers day. It's good. Really good! Our skis turn effortlessly. Our legs are burning, our faces hurt from laughing.
Spirits are high and we head back out, but not without a lap in East Cardiff first. Concluding our "loop", we meet back at the saddle of Cardiff Pass. Awaiting us is 2000 vertical feet of intense south facing navigation through snow patches that "dead end" into dirt and rock. All smiles. Nothing short of an adventure. Thanks Mom!