Edit: Wow was my original post a word jumble and poorly written! 2nd attempt to clean it up to actually be readable.
The roads were a bit of a $%!^ show both going up and down today. It started as rain down in the flat lands in the morning; and while it quickly switched over to snow it didn't stick to the roads until half way up Boulder Canyon. A few hundred yards short of the Eldora shelf road, traffic came to a dead stop where we waited for 15-20minutes. Apparently too many slide-outs on the steep road so they had to clear them and then they ran a plow up and down it before re-opening. The bank sign in Nederland claimed 32F temps and I figured that it would be wet super dense snow to ski, but what the heck. After the 2wd car in front of me only made it a few hundred yards up the first pitch of the shelf road, I passed him and hoped for country club skiing. Not quite, but it did delay all but the first few cars behind me.
The snow report had been 0" at 6am which helped keep the crowds down for such a good ski day today. After the road delays I finally hit the lift right at 10am with about 5-6" having already fallen that morning. It was right about then that the snowfall became lighter and small sized flakes. I headed straight for the IP lift line and Placer Glade as those seem to almost always get overlooked in the rush to West Ridge. I managed to be 2nd down the IP lift line and about 5th and again 10th in Placer Glade for two runs (IP lift was actually running which surprised me as they have not been running it on weekdays this year). I then skied a run in one of my apparently no longer so secret staches. Nice, but clearly it had been heavily skied during the 10" storm on Tuesday (??? since when did people find that run?). The big surprise of the day was that the snow was not particularly heavy or dense despite the seemingly warm temps. Not pixie dust either, but very nicely soft.
Next I figured I'd try some of the steeps to lookers right of Corona lift while they were likely to still be in good shape and keep more of my staches for later. Several runs in Salto and Moose glades later I figured it was time to ski the best snow possible which by then was in my hidden staches. I had figured that the Tuesday snowfall might now be wind packed, temperature consolidated or even spring sun baked. But not at all. By then it was already starting to snow heavier again (roughly about noon) with a quarter inch on your jacket and pants with each 10 minute lift ride. A few lift rides provided more like a half inch on you during some stretches when it was blasting. Although one less fun note to all of this was that the lifts were always snow covered and despite my hand wiping of the chair getting on, my butt got soaked, my jacket and helmet and gloves and everything seemed to get soaked even though when skiing the snow was not heavy or dense. The skiing while wet in a snowfall reminded me a bit of Tahoe.
My staches had the full 10" from Tuesday plus by now a good 8"-12" (wind loading/wind sheltered). I'm really not sure of the depth, but it was some of the deepest pow I've had in a while; all to myself. Like I said above I wish I had someone with a camera to shoot it! I'd make it my new avatar
A bunch of laps in the "EPIC" pow later (one of the reasons I never show anyone where...), and I decided to mix it up and take one more down Salto now that the new snow and dwindling crowd were re-freshening it with several new untouched inches. Right about then the temps clearly got colder and all my wet stuff suddenly froze; gloves, jacket, goggles strap to the helmet, etc... I eventually got just a couple more laps in my hidden staches before the ropes went up and shut the good stuff off for the day a bit after 3pm. I never did stop for food - it would have been a waste of my time on such a good ski day. I finally worked the slog that is Pipeline trail and hit a partially tracked, unofficial, but heavily skied 'Powder Reserve' glade on the front side on my way to the car. The only scratches of hard/icy base under it all were the bottom hundred verts of West Ridge and a couple of turns on the final front side run which is east facing and had been baked by the spring sun earlier in the week.
The post script is that the road down Shelf and then the canyon was a bit a of a mess yet again. A mini-van directly in front of me decided to spin out sideways on the steepest, curviest section of the narrows. Fortunately I had good brakes/tires to keep from bumping him. He was temporarily stuck bumper-on, to the jersey barrier between the road and Boulder Creek, but a guy from a van behind me pushed his nose back downhill at which point he could move again. Other cars had slid off just further down canyon as well..., etc...
/ . Too bad no one was there to film it 
. True cat like big pow skiing. Too tired to stay up and write it all up with pics.
