Day 50: Beautiful day, good friends, good times
Sima, Mira and I headed out of the house right on schedule, arriving with the posse at 9 a.m. We would have a big group today that would also include Skidog, Bobby Danger, Tele Jon, Pat, Dale, Amy and, for a few runs, Tirolerpeter.
There were still some scraps to be had and we did our best to sniff them out, heading straight for Supreme and hiking Catherine's as a cloud rolled in, cutting visibility and blowing snow. Catherine's wasn't quite what we were looking for, but Bobby Danger, Skidog, Tele Jon, Mira and I continued out onto Patsy Marley, finding untracked snow that was nonetheless an inconsistent blend of powder and onion skin zipper crust.
I was convinced, however, that the untracked left on Castle Apron would still be pleasant in the north-facing shade. We passed through the Evergreen gate and sidestepped all the way out to the Apron to check...
...and sure enough, it was. Great, great stuff.
So great, in fact, that we loaded Sugarloaf and headed out onto Devil's Castle proper, bounding down through hillocks in the trees and scoring big time.
A couple of more Supreme laps and it was time for lunch at Alf's before returning to Jitterbug to find the same smooth, steep sluff as there was on Friday afternoon. Another run down Wildcat, however, and I was feeling the effects of several consecutive days of skiing and sleep deprivation, and I excused myself to head to the truck for an hour-long power nap while the others continued. I rejoined for a few runs at the end of the day before a beer on the deck to finish out another wonderful day.
I awoke this morning to howling wind at the house ahead of the approaching cold front. I checked the Snotel data and saw winds gusting to 49 mph at the top of Collins, which was enough to keep me at home this morning. Mira and Sima headed up. Others, like Tele Jon and Amy decided to hold off like I am. I spoke with Pat a short time ago and she reports that things are still flying sideways at their place outside of Park City, but the snow has now begun in earnest in the Salt Lake Valley and I'll head up shortly. It'll be storm day skiing all afternoon, as up to two feet are predicted in upper Little Cottonwood, which is always favored on a northwesterly flow.
Sima, Mira and I headed out of the house right on schedule, arriving with the posse at 9 a.m. We would have a big group today that would also include Skidog, Bobby Danger, Tele Jon, Pat, Dale, Amy and, for a few runs, Tirolerpeter.
There were still some scraps to be had and we did our best to sniff them out, heading straight for Supreme and hiking Catherine's as a cloud rolled in, cutting visibility and blowing snow. Catherine's wasn't quite what we were looking for, but Bobby Danger, Skidog, Tele Jon, Mira and I continued out onto Patsy Marley, finding untracked snow that was nonetheless an inconsistent blend of powder and onion skin zipper crust.
I was convinced, however, that the untracked left on Castle Apron would still be pleasant in the north-facing shade. We passed through the Evergreen gate and sidestepped all the way out to the Apron to check...
...and sure enough, it was. Great, great stuff.
So great, in fact, that we loaded Sugarloaf and headed out onto Devil's Castle proper, bounding down through hillocks in the trees and scoring big time.
A couple of more Supreme laps and it was time for lunch at Alf's before returning to Jitterbug to find the same smooth, steep sluff as there was on Friday afternoon. Another run down Wildcat, however, and I was feeling the effects of several consecutive days of skiing and sleep deprivation, and I excused myself to head to the truck for an hour-long power nap while the others continued. I rejoined for a few runs at the end of the day before a beer on the deck to finish out another wonderful day.
I awoke this morning to howling wind at the house ahead of the approaching cold front. I checked the Snotel data and saw winds gusting to 49 mph at the top of Collins, which was enough to keep me at home this morning. Mira and Sima headed up. Others, like Tele Jon and Amy decided to hold off like I am. I spoke with Pat a short time ago and she reports that things are still flying sideways at their place outside of Park City, but the snow has now begun in earnest in the Salt Lake Valley and I'll head up shortly. It'll be storm day skiing all afternoon, as up to two feet are predicted in upper Little Cottonwood, which is always favored on a northwesterly flow.