Given the snowy conditions and an apparent splitting of the group, with a lot of folk doing their own thing, Jim Twohig and I decided to dust of our skis and head out for some touring. After an eventful journey which included getting held up by a stationary and struggling 4 wheel drive police car on the burbage road just outside ringinglow (incidentally during this hold up a long wheel base land rover possibly belonging to another, unnamed, club member ploughed past us through the verge at high speed!), we eventually parked up at Odin Mine and donned our skis and skins. We followed tracks up the side of the road before turning uphill and zig zagging our way up the hill towards the ridge between Mam Tor and Hollins cross. The snow was good, with between 6 and 12 inches depth, and continued to fall for the duration. Upon reaching the ridge we were hit by the cold icy winds, which had stripped all but the lightest dusting of snow from the summit of Mam Tor. En route we passed a lone mountain biker working his way along the ridge. After a pause for photos, we dropped off from the summit down the ridge and then to the north east and removed the skins ready for the descent. The snow was deeper on northern side, as we had hoped, allowing some good turns on the descent. However progress was slowed briefly when we strayed into deep undergroth which proceeded to lock itself around our skis making retreat somewhat awkward. The skiing was good in spite of the poor visibility, which added an extra layer of excitement, with obstacles such as fences appearing at high speed and with little warning. The rest of the decent was pleasant and uneventful, aside from a spectacular fall from one of the party, mentioning no names. Thankfully Jim survived with damage only to his pride and we re-fitted our skins started our climb back up towards the road corner west of the summit. From here we descended direct(ish) back to the car at Odin Mine. We tried to meet up with others at the Ladybower but were surprised to find it closed, but thankfully refreshments were found closer to home in The Union. Jim won the style prize in his all over buffalo gear in blue and purple. All in all a fine night was had by all, just a shame it's all melted now!
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