Donde esta mi coche

When we woke up, the snow had stopped. Knowing that my family expected to hear from me on Wednesday, I knew that we had to make an effort to skin out. This proved to be easier said than done. We worked as a peloton, taking turns to carve out a path in feet of snow. When we finally reached the road after hours of skinning/ hiking, my car was so far buried. I'm grateful to Chris and Nolan for helping me get out safely. I'm also grateful to Jeff who took me the 20 miles down into telluride ( who says you can't hitchhike safely?)