Report from February 2, 2023
Yesterday was my last day in the Tetons.
But I’ll be back soon…
Richard and I walked out to a killer chute we hadn’t skied yet this season.
I may have spent more time in this zone with Richard than with anyone else.
He knows every chute in this area.
I dropped first and the first couple of turns were OK.
Then, it got windboardy and breakable…
I ran out into the deeper snow on the side of the chute and the funky snow inhaled my left ski.
I couldn’t get it out!
I tried to ballerina, but it didn’t work, I sweared, and tumbled.
In the rest of the chute, I was ready for the weird snow.
I flexed every muscle of my core, grunted a lot, tried to hop between turns, and successfully made it to the apron.
The apron held real powder snow.
I made a ton of turns in the apron just to milk that good snow to the end.
From there, I said goodbye to Richard as he went to grab his BASE rig and to a ski base like the wild animal he is.
I jumped into my rental car and drove the lovely drive back to Park City, UT with my shirt off and the sun on my chest for some mid-winter vitamin D in 12ºF temps.
The drive was easy except for dodging a few mule deer.
Never do this drive at night the animals are big (deer, moose, elk, antelope) and everywhere.
Not much beats Jackson Hole.
I can’t wait to be back soon.