Heather and I only had half the day so we headed over to check out the north side of Copper Mountain. We bounced our way up the rocky and rutted Skull Canyon Rd. in the ole’ Chevy Malibu hatchback; skis, boots and packs rattling around in the back as we rallied along at a whopping 2mph! Pushing the Malibu to, and slightly beyond the point of no return a few times, we still got shut down a few miles from where we wanted to park the car. So with only a few hours of day light, below zero temps registering on the car display, and stiff winds blowing from all directions, we walked a ways up the road to explore a bit more before returning to the car and crawling back down the canyon to Hwy 28.
The infectious mystique of these remote eastern Idaho mountain ranges tug at my adventurous nature. Whether i succeed at my objective for the day, or simply end up getting skunked, i am happy to be in a place that feels foreign and remote to me.
I can’t wait to go back.