Strangely enough the shortest day of the year is probably one of my favorites. It ushers in the official start to winter, and, it is awesome because for the next 6 months the days only get longer. What better way to celebrate the shortest day of the year than a post work skin and ski up Snow King in the dark.
You don't need a sign to tell you we need some white stuff. The town of Jackson in the background.
You don't need a sign to tell you we need some white stuff. The town of Jackson in the background.
Last bit of light hitting the top of Saddle Butte on the way up.
Yep, I don't regularly carry a tripod with me, sorry about the blur. Town of Jackson looking toward the north with everyone settling in for yet another night of below zero temps.
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