Day 40: Heading north.
I haven't skied anywhere in the Ogden Valley since last season, and with a foot of new from Friday's storm and another 4" yesterday, it seemed like the perfect time to visit Snowbasin.
It was:
A bunch of us made the trek north today: Bobby Danger, AmyZ, Tony Crocker, Skiace, tseeb and yours truly. The day was cloudy with light snowfall for much of the day, so when I saw TheOtherAmy's photo from skinning Flagstaff Mt. in LCC I was surprised to see deep blue skies over there.
We loaded the Needles Gondola just after the opening bell and headed straight to Strawberry where we added tseeb's friend Dave after a second trip via The Walrus and Philpot Ridge.
Back up the gondola and we headed out the gate and beyond the boundary to the Cathedral, finding untracked and lightly tracked. In a word, spectacular!
By the time we got back to the bottom of Strawberry a 30-second line had formed. Feeling crowded (relatively speaking only, of course!) it was time to leave, which we did via DeMoisey Bowl.
Once again, more untracked -- once we got past a six-foot avi crown, that is.
Before lunch we skied onto the John Paul chair, got our very own private beer can on the Mt. Allen Tram, and left the ski area via its northern boundary rope into Upper Coldwater Canyon. Completely untracked, we descended as far as we could go before it was time to circumnavigate No Name Peak and get ourselves into a position that we could still return to the ski area.
These long, looooonnnnng runs are epic adventures that take an hour or more per run, but do not try this at home unless you know what you're doing and where you're going, as folks frequently get lost and spend the night -- or worse -- in this area.
We dined a late lunch upon our return to Earl's Lodge, and I have to admit that while Deer Valley's food previously had nothing on Snowbasin's that's no longer the case. I first noticed some subtle changes last season, but this winter it's even more obvious via a change in menu. For example, the prime rib has now been replaced by a French Dip sandwich. The rest of the menu has been dumbed down, too. It's still very good, but it's just not the special experience that it once was, and that's a shame.
Coldwater Canyon was so good the first time that it just begged to be repeated after lunch. And it was just as good the second time as the first.
Instead of Middle Finger, this time Tony, Skiace and I dropped from the ridge via the Pinky, while the others continued even further down the ridge. While they all called it a day once we returned to the base, I went back up the Needles Gondi for one final run with my friend Colleen, who's now a Snowbasin passholder. She was hosting a couple of friends from Atlanta and we did a cruiser down Dan's Run/Bear Hollow/School Hill to end the day at 3:45 long after most folks had left to head to Super Bowl parties.
Snowbasin has never failed to deliver. I've said it before, and I'll likely still say it again because I never seem to follow my own advice: I need to get up there more often.
I haven't skied anywhere in the Ogden Valley since last season, and with a foot of new from Friday's storm and another 4" yesterday, it seemed like the perfect time to visit Snowbasin.
It was:
A bunch of us made the trek north today: Bobby Danger, AmyZ, Tony Crocker, Skiace, tseeb and yours truly. The day was cloudy with light snowfall for much of the day, so when I saw TheOtherAmy's photo from skinning Flagstaff Mt. in LCC I was surprised to see deep blue skies over there.
We loaded the Needles Gondola just after the opening bell and headed straight to Strawberry where we added tseeb's friend Dave after a second trip via The Walrus and Philpot Ridge.
Back up the gondola and we headed out the gate and beyond the boundary to the Cathedral, finding untracked and lightly tracked. In a word, spectacular!
By the time we got back to the bottom of Strawberry a 30-second line had formed. Feeling crowded (relatively speaking only, of course!) it was time to leave, which we did via DeMoisey Bowl.
Once again, more untracked -- once we got past a six-foot avi crown, that is.
Before lunch we skied onto the John Paul chair, got our very own private beer can on the Mt. Allen Tram, and left the ski area via its northern boundary rope into Upper Coldwater Canyon. Completely untracked, we descended as far as we could go before it was time to circumnavigate No Name Peak and get ourselves into a position that we could still return to the ski area.
These long, looooonnnnng runs are epic adventures that take an hour or more per run, but do not try this at home unless you know what you're doing and where you're going, as folks frequently get lost and spend the night -- or worse -- in this area.
We dined a late lunch upon our return to Earl's Lodge, and I have to admit that while Deer Valley's food previously had nothing on Snowbasin's that's no longer the case. I first noticed some subtle changes last season, but this winter it's even more obvious via a change in menu. For example, the prime rib has now been replaced by a French Dip sandwich. The rest of the menu has been dumbed down, too. It's still very good, but it's just not the special experience that it once was, and that's a shame.
Coldwater Canyon was so good the first time that it just begged to be repeated after lunch. And it was just as good the second time as the first.
Instead of Middle Finger, this time Tony, Skiace and I dropped from the ridge via the Pinky, while the others continued even further down the ridge. While they all called it a day once we returned to the base, I went back up the Needles Gondi for one final run with my friend Colleen, who's now a Snowbasin passholder. She was hosting a couple of friends from Atlanta and we did a cruiser down Dan's Run/Bear Hollow/School Hill to end the day at 3:45 long after most folks had left to head to Super Bowl parties.
Snowbasin has never failed to deliver. I've said it before, and I'll likely still say it again because I never seem to follow my own advice: I need to get up there more often.