Day 47: "Loud powder" morning, spring skiing afternoon
The posse gathered at 9 a.m., but we should've stayed home for a while longer. With temperatures never going below freezing overnight and reports of sloppy snow on Friday, I figured that early would be better, especially with forecasts for weather to close in during the afternoon with thickening clouds by lunch time and possible rain or thunderstorms by the end of the day. The forecast was for a record-setting 74 degrees in SLC.
What I hadn't factored into the equation, however, was the thermal mass of the snow. The place was positively deserted. Tele Jon, Pat and I took a quick cruiser on Collins while Marc_C finished booting up. It looked better than it skied -- the corduroy was still quite frozen in place. We picked up Marc_C and Amy and went over to Sugarloaf, figuring that the morning sun might have done something there. Wrong. Standing at the bottom of Sugarloaf, Jon commented, "You know...I wouldn't mind going for a latté or something while this warms up a bit." That turned into a full-fledged breakfast at Albion while Amy went downstairs to get her boot fitting worked on a bit.
When breakfast was finished and Amy wasn't yet done, we all moved down to Albion Sports and hung out for a while.
It was around 11:00 by the time we made it back onto the slopes. Flats at the top and bottom of each lift were softening, but little else was. Finding everyone crammed onto Devil's Elbow and Razorback we ventured over to Supreme. A patroller we rode with reported stellar corn on the south-facing flank of Wolverine, but I didn't have my avi gear with me and the skins were in the truck. Rock 'n Roll was still bombproof. Ballroom wasn't much better. By 1 p.m. I was ready to give up, and wandered inside to take off my boots.
The others wandered in, too, figuring that they'd have a beer while things softened a bit more. Bobby Danger and Skidog appeared. So did friend Denis from VA, who's spending a month of his retirement in Utah -- he didn't ski today but came up to find us. I opted to join them before leaving. One beer turned into two. By that point, though, things really did appear to be softening, and the clouds and wind were holding off longer than expected. I put my boots back on as we headed back out.
I'm glad I stuck around! After a quick cruise down Race Course and Saddle we decided to try West Rustler. No Name was terrific! So was Stonecrusher, where I wrapped up my day at 4 p.m.
The posse gathered at 9 a.m., but we should've stayed home for a while longer. With temperatures never going below freezing overnight and reports of sloppy snow on Friday, I figured that early would be better, especially with forecasts for weather to close in during the afternoon with thickening clouds by lunch time and possible rain or thunderstorms by the end of the day. The forecast was for a record-setting 74 degrees in SLC.
What I hadn't factored into the equation, however, was the thermal mass of the snow. The place was positively deserted. Tele Jon, Pat and I took a quick cruiser on Collins while Marc_C finished booting up. It looked better than it skied -- the corduroy was still quite frozen in place. We picked up Marc_C and Amy and went over to Sugarloaf, figuring that the morning sun might have done something there. Wrong. Standing at the bottom of Sugarloaf, Jon commented, "You know...I wouldn't mind going for a latté or something while this warms up a bit." That turned into a full-fledged breakfast at Albion while Amy went downstairs to get her boot fitting worked on a bit.
When breakfast was finished and Amy wasn't yet done, we all moved down to Albion Sports and hung out for a while.
It was around 11:00 by the time we made it back onto the slopes. Flats at the top and bottom of each lift were softening, but little else was. Finding everyone crammed onto Devil's Elbow and Razorback we ventured over to Supreme. A patroller we rode with reported stellar corn on the south-facing flank of Wolverine, but I didn't have my avi gear with me and the skins were in the truck. Rock 'n Roll was still bombproof. Ballroom wasn't much better. By 1 p.m. I was ready to give up, and wandered inside to take off my boots.
The others wandered in, too, figuring that they'd have a beer while things softened a bit more. Bobby Danger and Skidog appeared. So did friend Denis from VA, who's spending a month of his retirement in Utah -- he didn't ski today but came up to find us. I opted to join them before leaving. One beer turned into two. By that point, though, things really did appear to be softening, and the clouds and wind were holding off longer than expected. I put my boots back on as we headed back out.
I'm glad I stuck around! After a quick cruise down Race Course and Saddle we decided to try West Rustler. No Name was terrific! So was Stonecrusher, where I wrapped up my day at 4 p.m.