Day 56: More spring
After running to the Black Diamond gear swap at 7:30 a.m., picking up my other half at the airport at 10:15, and helping my buddy Todd get his boat out of my side yard to go to Jordanelle Reservoir (below Deer Valley), I finally pulled into Alta's Wildcat lot at 12:45. It definitely felt peculiar to go skiing while Todd was going boating.
The late start was acceptable, though, for it gave things time to soften through the morning. Acidchrist was already roaming the mountain with Amy and his patrol buds from Upstate NY. A quick phone call confirmed that they were at Supreme, and I buzzed up Collins and skied across to meet them all at the bottom of the chair.
We hit No. 9 trees, which still weren't quite ready for prime time, although the softening had begun. The gang hadn't yet eaten, and hunger pangs were setting in, so we all buzzed down to Sugarloaf and across to Goldminer's Daughter, travels that brought us into contact with Bob Dangerous who reported good things in Main Chute. We made plans to hike after lunch, but it became readily apparent that we wouldn't make it to the gate prior to the 3 pm closing.
We kept searching out warm faces, and found perfect corn on West Rustler in Jitterbug and No Name. Good times and good friends didn't wrap up until 6 pm over beers on the Goldminer's Daughter patio.
Total verts skied: approx. 10,400
Pictures taken: none, although I lugged the camera around all day.
After running to the Black Diamond gear swap at 7:30 a.m., picking up my other half at the airport at 10:15, and helping my buddy Todd get his boat out of my side yard to go to Jordanelle Reservoir (below Deer Valley), I finally pulled into Alta's Wildcat lot at 12:45. It definitely felt peculiar to go skiing while Todd was going boating.
The late start was acceptable, though, for it gave things time to soften through the morning. Acidchrist was already roaming the mountain with Amy and his patrol buds from Upstate NY. A quick phone call confirmed that they were at Supreme, and I buzzed up Collins and skied across to meet them all at the bottom of the chair.
We hit No. 9 trees, which still weren't quite ready for prime time, although the softening had begun. The gang hadn't yet eaten, and hunger pangs were setting in, so we all buzzed down to Sugarloaf and across to Goldminer's Daughter, travels that brought us into contact with Bob Dangerous who reported good things in Main Chute. We made plans to hike after lunch, but it became readily apparent that we wouldn't make it to the gate prior to the 3 pm closing.
We kept searching out warm faces, and found perfect corn on West Rustler in Jitterbug and No Name. Good times and good friends didn't wrap up until 6 pm over beers on the Goldminer's Daughter patio.
Total verts skied: approx. 10,400
Pictures taken: none, although I lugged the camera around all day.
