Evren
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According to Jim over at WasatchWeatherWeenies, this is the year without a winter. Either way, today sure felt like the first day of spring skiing. Earlier in the week, snow had hardened to a point where lesser skiers might complain of icy conditions. One could certainly hear ski chatter emanating from left and right... except, of course, from right under your intrepid reporter.
No, today's yield was creamy soft, a hero snow of sorts. It certainly made me feel like one of the FIS World Cup competitors, tackling mogul after after mogul head on, instead of pausing every fifth, ostensibly to look for an invisible buddy somewhere back up the hill.
My day started late -- right around noon -- after a tasty brunch at Deer Valley Cafe with my couchsurfing guest Spencer. He headed to PCMR due to an ill-advised pre-purchase at Liftopia. My first run down Perseverance Bowl was an epiphany: I ski better than I thought! The rest of the day was spent on the Southeast-facing slopes of Empire and Lady Morgan, killing moguls and soaking up the sun.
When nature called, I headed to Montage, naturally. You see, despite its reputation for poshness, Deer Valley has crappy recycled paper towels in its bathrooms that disintegrate upon contact with wet skin -- probably to appease a bleeding-heart liberal. No, having gotten accustomed to Snowbasin's five-star bathrooms, nothing less than Montage or St. Regis would do. And Montage delivered in style:
Afterwards I lingered at its patio, chatting up a couple from SoCal. The fireplace was superfluous, really, as the sun was plenty warm. The guy on the phone is firing 15 employees and exporting their jobs to China:
One benefit of a low-snow season: you can credibly lament not skiing certain lines due to, well, thin cover. Here is such a line:
Here is Daly Chutes in the distance, another location I'd be shredding in style had it not been for the gosh-darn-it thin cover:
Here are two guys pondering their good fortune, being here on a day like this. Only one is getting paid for the effort:
Heading to Little Baldy via Navigator, a scenic traverse I like to do late in the day. It is also a great mtn biking trail in the summer:
A 1%er home. So called because it's only occupied 1% of the time. Yet the driveway and patio are always heated. Bastard.
Jordanelle, usually icy, today giving in to my new-found ability to carve anything that comes my way:
So yeah, it was a good day.
No, today's yield was creamy soft, a hero snow of sorts. It certainly made me feel like one of the FIS World Cup competitors, tackling mogul after after mogul head on, instead of pausing every fifth, ostensibly to look for an invisible buddy somewhere back up the hill.
My day started late -- right around noon -- after a tasty brunch at Deer Valley Cafe with my couchsurfing guest Spencer. He headed to PCMR due to an ill-advised pre-purchase at Liftopia. My first run down Perseverance Bowl was an epiphany: I ski better than I thought! The rest of the day was spent on the Southeast-facing slopes of Empire and Lady Morgan, killing moguls and soaking up the sun.
When nature called, I headed to Montage, naturally. You see, despite its reputation for poshness, Deer Valley has crappy recycled paper towels in its bathrooms that disintegrate upon contact with wet skin -- probably to appease a bleeding-heart liberal. No, having gotten accustomed to Snowbasin's five-star bathrooms, nothing less than Montage or St. Regis would do. And Montage delivered in style:
Afterwards I lingered at its patio, chatting up a couple from SoCal. The fireplace was superfluous, really, as the sun was plenty warm. The guy on the phone is firing 15 employees and exporting their jobs to China:
One benefit of a low-snow season: you can credibly lament not skiing certain lines due to, well, thin cover. Here is such a line:
Here is Daly Chutes in the distance, another location I'd be shredding in style had it not been for the gosh-darn-it thin cover:
Here are two guys pondering their good fortune, being here on a day like this. Only one is getting paid for the effort:
Heading to Little Baldy via Navigator, a scenic traverse I like to do late in the day. It is also a great mtn biking trail in the summer:
A 1%er home. So called because it's only occupied 1% of the time. Yet the driveway and patio are always heated. Bastard.
Jordanelle, usually icy, today giving in to my new-found ability to carve anything that comes my way:
So yeah, it was a good day.
