All my concerns are blasted away, layer by layer until all that is left are answers to the questions I have. Some of my most memorable and productive moments have occurred mid storm, head down, focused on nothing in particular. Things that seem insurmountable suddenly seem less daunting and problems are solved. The worse the storm, the easier the arrows fly, and as the quiver empties, the answers start to fall.
The idea for the weekends outing was as much about state of mind as it was riding. It was an unexpected day in Kosciusko National Park. Leatherbarrel Creek to be specific. Within an hour of making a last minute decision, I was packed and driving South.
As the trip progressed, it became apparent that it may be one of those rare days when everything just blends. Perfect snow, good visibility and little wind. Too good maybe....
The "Corrie" (centre funnel in pic) was the first port of call after seeing skin tracks heading towards the "Couloir". A few other regulars were out and about so I didn't see any point in compressing runs into a small area when such a varied feast of vertical was on offer.
No such drama this time around though. I had lunch and took in the view before heading towards the South East Ridge of Kosciusko to hopefully get one more run in on the way home.
last time I rode the SE ridge it was boiler plate and I slid halfway down so I was in no hurry to fall off it again, even if the snow was in shape.
Closer to Thredbo a kite appeared out of nowhere and I immediately thought it was a couple of friends who were also in the area kiting. Not so....but these guys were stoked to be out.
I had left the same place that morning with questions that I thought hadn't been answered.......All at once the answers slapped me fair in the face......