Whistler has been hit with a more than decent amount of snow this spring. Last Sunday was a classic pseudo powder day at whistler. I say “pseudo” because in the morning, it was really more like deep dust on crust. The snow was so darn light, even with fat sticks, you would plunge through to the rain crust underneath. Nonetheless, the weather warmed up and settled the fluffy dust enough not to bottom out onto the rain crust making the day 10x better.

Sunday was a total sleeper pow day, and there was barely anyone out. Low crowds, some new fluff, and gradually lifting clouds made for one heck of a ski day in and out of bounds. The clouds in fact were “patchy” all day long. There would be a patch of sun here, and a patch of sun there, and the best skiing was directly underneath these fleeting patches.

It was easy–wherever the sun went, we went, and when it disappeared, our ability to see any definition in the snow also disappeared… so we hunted the sun as much as we hunted the pow. That said, neither were very hard to find, the pow was endless if you were willing to put a bit of hiking, and the sun seemed to miraculously appear at just the right times.