It's at around 8,500 feet outside Steamboat Springs, Colorado. It's been an annual skiing trip with friends for several years.
Those are very heavy mountain sleds, and we went on a trip that was, well, an experience of a lifetime. We each had our own, nobody rode double, and the three of us plus the guide was the whole group. The guide said that his company was going to branch out from the usual tame little cruise around the flats, and instead give you something to remember. It included 70 mph++ down groomed trails, enormous big looping turns across mountain meadows, had one roll over on top of me and damn near broke my leg. The guide said: "Yeah, I've never actually been on that slope before."
Almost went down into a stream hidden 10' down under the snow. I'm an experienced skier, regularly ski the black diamond runs, and we took the sleds down slopes I would never try on skis. Seriously, all you could do was point it down and keep it going straight.
After one run we asked the guide if he had secretly taken out life insurance policies on all of us. He laughed and said: "Trust me, I've been watching all three of you all morning. If I had any reservations at all, we wouldn't have been doing what we've been doing. Y'all are doing just great. Ok, enough talking, let's go!!". 100% of the day was ungroomed remote mountain sledding.
We sort of agreed that we wouldn't do it again, because if we tried to top this trip, we might not survive the next one. Seriously.
You can see trees in the foreground, and trees in the distance, and that giant bare spot. That was due to a freak microburst of 100 ++ mph winds several years ago. Just flattened that entire area.
Not just first tracks...no tracks:
That is NOT a ski run on the side of that far mountain, it's an avalanche shute!