The first cold front of the season parked itself directly over Bozeman for 12 hours on the last day of September. Less than an inch of snow accumulated on the cars and roofs of Bozeman, but 14 miles north at 7,000 feet the snow filled in some of the grassy slopes at Bridger. There really wasn’t enough snow to skin, which is good because I couldn’t find my lightweight boots shovel or probe! It barely took an hour for us to reach the top of the grass and the bottom of the rocky slopes, where we clicked into our skis and wiggled down the grassy slopes catching everything the mower missed this summer.
Here comes ski season!


Nice, way to be the early bird. I hope you didn’t kill any worms.