done this on a full moon. pretty amazing...
Al's mention of full-moon skiing instantly evoked memories (kinda forgotten) of my first year out of school, up in the NEK of VT. That February the daytime temps never got above 0F and most nights were -20F or below. The seatbelt of the work truck BROKE one morning, it was so stiff, and I often had to run a space heater slid under the engine block to get the truck to turn over (obviously no block heater built in) in the AM. The dogs and I slept on a sofa 3 feet from the woodstove most of that winter. I have pics of Hank and Kate standing on top of the snow banks along my short driveway and their FEET clear the top of the work truck by a good meter - lotta snow that year.
Anyway, I didn't climb then and was between alpine skiing periods, but I did find a pair of skinny xc skis and those slipperlike shoes and would go out most nights that winter, through the woods, across cow and horse pastures, probably by Grandmother's house for all I know. It was pretty windless, as I remember, and even in February, it was beautiful to cover 5 or 10 miles, break a sweat, get lost and have to backtrack. Moonlit nights made me braver, I'd go farther, try to stem-cristie the trees, follow a little feeder brook as far as I could, whatever. Blue shadows on the snow, deep black in the tree wells, coydogs barking away over the next rise. Excellent time and space.
Kills me that I never took a camera on those trips, and that I didn't have a nice set of Outtabounds or something similar; I thinking it would have been even more fun. Or maybe not? Anyway, thanks for provoking the trip back in time, Al.