Day 63: More of the same, just 5 degrees warmer.
Really, I could've just copied and pasted the pictures from yesterday into today's report. Today started 5 degrees warmer than yesterday so things softened even more quickly. At 95 inches base depths remain more than sufficient even with this weekend's heat, and nearly at the season-long high. No bare spots anywhere. By the second run I had stripped everything off my top save for a thin 100-weight merino base layer crew. At the same time Bobby Danger ditched his jacket in favor of his trademark flannel shirt.
Right out of the gate the snow was fabulous, especially after another day and night of cooking the corn. The hills between Extrovert and Roller Coaster, now deemed "backcountry" were smooth as could be with just the top inch softened to perfection.
We worked our way left to ski the lower part of Chartreuse Nose out onto the broad low angle expanse at the base of Backside, which was absolutely divine. It was so good that we went back around and did it again.
We took the long, long Bad News traverse all the way to Wildcat, pausing along the way to hang out at the top of the old girl while she sat in silence.
North-facing Wildcat was slightly past its prime already, but Wildcat Gully stayed good in the shade.
Telejon arrived in the parking lot with a broken binding, and turned around and went home instead of just demoing a pair. Skidog called it around 11:00, shortly after Bobby D went over to Snowbird via a hike to Mineral Basin to look for rdwore and skimrg. I stuck it out until 12:30 after a burger on the Watson's beach as Tavia played live music outside, this year solo as a one-woman band. Speaking of a solo one-woman band, AmyZ soldiered on as West Rustler was coming into its own.
The back of my neck is now well sunburned after this weekend. And that's a good thing.
Really, I could've just copied and pasted the pictures from yesterday into today's report. Today started 5 degrees warmer than yesterday so things softened even more quickly. At 95 inches base depths remain more than sufficient even with this weekend's heat, and nearly at the season-long high. No bare spots anywhere. By the second run I had stripped everything off my top save for a thin 100-weight merino base layer crew. At the same time Bobby Danger ditched his jacket in favor of his trademark flannel shirt.
Right out of the gate the snow was fabulous, especially after another day and night of cooking the corn. The hills between Extrovert and Roller Coaster, now deemed "backcountry" were smooth as could be with just the top inch softened to perfection.
We worked our way left to ski the lower part of Chartreuse Nose out onto the broad low angle expanse at the base of Backside, which was absolutely divine. It was so good that we went back around and did it again.
We took the long, long Bad News traverse all the way to Wildcat, pausing along the way to hang out at the top of the old girl while she sat in silence.
North-facing Wildcat was slightly past its prime already, but Wildcat Gully stayed good in the shade.
Telejon arrived in the parking lot with a broken binding, and turned around and went home instead of just demoing a pair. Skidog called it around 11:00, shortly after Bobby D went over to Snowbird via a hike to Mineral Basin to look for rdwore and skimrg. I stuck it out until 12:30 after a burger on the Watson's beach as Tavia played live music outside, this year solo as a one-woman band. Speaking of a solo one-woman band, AmyZ soldiered on as West Rustler was coming into its own.
The back of my neck is now well sunburned after this weekend. And that's a good thing.
