So today on short notice I decided to just fly north, if the snow wouldn't come to me, I'd go to it! I ended up somewhere on the Idaho/Wyoming border about 80 miles away. I'm not sure what the range is called but the peaks were real pointy.

This second site I almost passed on, I had actually started descending to a nearby cafe for a lunch break, and spotted the site above me as I passed over a ridgeline and I just couldn't pass up taking a look. Then once I got there figured might as well land. This site was 9800', and the visible crevasses gave me some pause, I really didn't want to mess with them so made real sure not to.
The plateau above would have got me above the 10K mark, but I figured no use being greedy, I'll save that one for another time. 15 mintues later I was in a great airport cafe drinking really good coffee and ordering what turned out to be popcorn shrimp with Thai sauce, served by a young cute friendly local. I couldn't help thinking better here then still up there digging out..... both sites I didn't get out of the plane, the snow was deep and not real consolidated from the feel of it. I decided it would be a lot more convinent to just make some tracks, and spend the night at home rather then winter camping for a few days. The rest of the flight home was more my usual stuff, checking out old farm equipment and poking around down low and making a lot of full stop and slider touch and goes.
I'm trying to be low key about the mountain landings, but in truth they were my highest ski landings yet and I feel a lot better now about the lack so far of local snow 

