It’s always hard to get yourself to the mountain early when it’s raining in the valley, and today was no exception. I don’t know about yours, but my bed was warm and cozy, and the cold, wet window by my bed said nothing but sleep. However, thanks to good friends, and a snow report of 7”, I pulled myself out of bed and got to the mountain by 9am. I didn’t regret it.
Riding up Dreamcatcher lift was an elevator into the foggy mist. About 2 chair visability, so we followed the lift line and listened to the hooting and hollering from the chairs above to find our way. The snow was thick and supportive and any turn was a good turn. The cloud gave way after a few hundred yards and we slid into the Ladies Waist turning up each wall and back to the opposite. All the trees were caked more than they’ve been all year with the classic “Ghee” riding like whipped cream cheese.
Run after run, we rode untracked lines in every part of the mountain, meeting at the bottom covered in snow, soaking wet, and smiling about the fact that we’d had our second, third, fourth hero run in a row. The best part? The wet snow bonded with the surface of the old snow enough to soften any bumps or crud from weeks past, so, on top of the fact that we were getting free refills on top of 7”-15” of fresh, there was no noticeable bottom to the powder. It seemed that only the locals knew what a stellar day it would be as very few people were out and everyone got possibly more fresh turns than many other days of the season.
Its not over yet! With a gigantic blob of moisture approaching, the weekend is looking even better. Just be sure to bring your GoreTex.