jkamien
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Admin asked on an earlier thread about the road up to Mt. Baldy, so I decided to take some pictures (see Pictures of Mt. Baldy Road). Often when driving up there, I still find it hard to believe that winter exists just ahead. But it does. Clouds were drifting around, but I had hopes for a sun-drenched day of fresh snow. There were ominous clouds over the mountains ahead, but I ignored them. The snow line seemed to be about 6000 feet or so - around the village, IIRC. Once again, the road was cleared down to wet pavement, but I still saw at least one person putting on chains.
I arrived in the parking lot at about 7:40. After booting up in my truck, I waited in line for the chair for about 20 minutes. I finally loaded onto Chair 1 at 8:15. The ride up to the Notch from 6500 feet to 7800 feet took about 20 minutes, at least. That old center pole double chair sure pokes along.
I arrived at Chair 3 and was about 12th in line or so. It was sunny at this point and I was itching to go. And I waited with the other early risers...and waited...and waited. We all were impatient and grousing about how the sun was going to turn the powder to glop before we could even get to it. So we waited some more...and waited...and waited. A couple of snowboarders hiked up and hucked the rock near the bottom. That provided some great entertainment when they both ragdolled a couple of times after crashing on impact. And we waited some more and tried to entertain ourselves with friendly conversation and other assorted amusements.
The chair finally got loading and my butt was on it around 9:30 and we skied off the chair at about 9:40. Unfortunately, the clouds rolled in and visibility began deteriorating. I had befriended Joe and Burke in line next to me and asked if I could tag along with them. They are Mt. Baldy regulars and were gracious enough to bring me to some hidden stashes, as long as I promised to not tell too many people.
We started off in Robin's Trees. The surface was completely covered and extremely consistent. The snow was sort of like gymnast's chalk, but softer and about a foot or so deep. Maybe like skiing a mushy bar of soap that has been sitting in water for a long time. At any rate, it skied very predictably, allowing dreamy completed turns and the three of us had a ball in the untracked snow. Some of the chutes in those trees can get steep!
Burke and Joe then took me to a secret place that Joe measured at 50 degrees in one spot with his inclinometer. This place was like a natural half pipe that went on for a long way. Joe said with dry and deep powder it is incredible. I can see why!
We continued to rip up runs at a fast pace, including more South Bowl, Robin's trees and a couple of Gold Ridge thrown in for good measure. Joe had one of those altimeter watches and reported 10 runs for 10,350 vertical feet by the time they stopped and I quit for lunch at about 1:30. The Notch Restaurant serves good chicken-noodle soup (ask for extra chicken)!
After lunch, I did three more South Bowls and two Robin's trees. The visibility got even worse as pea soup enveloped Thunder Mountain. I downloaded Chair 1 at about 3 PM for a very cold and windy ride back to the parking lot.
Back home in Sherman Oaks, it was again Springtime with sunny skies and temps in the upper 60's.
Someone explain to me how Mt. Baldy can offer such a superior product, but hardly anyone in LA seems to know or care. I'm not complaining, that's for sure, but everything else I like around here seems to have a gazillion people competing for it all of the time. Baldy skis like a world-class mountain, is less than 1.5 hours from LA, and hardly anybody goes there.
I arrived in the parking lot at about 7:40. After booting up in my truck, I waited in line for the chair for about 20 minutes. I finally loaded onto Chair 1 at 8:15. The ride up to the Notch from 6500 feet to 7800 feet took about 20 minutes, at least. That old center pole double chair sure pokes along.
I arrived at Chair 3 and was about 12th in line or so. It was sunny at this point and I was itching to go. And I waited with the other early risers...and waited...and waited. We all were impatient and grousing about how the sun was going to turn the powder to glop before we could even get to it. So we waited some more...and waited...and waited. A couple of snowboarders hiked up and hucked the rock near the bottom. That provided some great entertainment when they both ragdolled a couple of times after crashing on impact. And we waited some more and tried to entertain ourselves with friendly conversation and other assorted amusements.
The chair finally got loading and my butt was on it around 9:30 and we skied off the chair at about 9:40. Unfortunately, the clouds rolled in and visibility began deteriorating. I had befriended Joe and Burke in line next to me and asked if I could tag along with them. They are Mt. Baldy regulars and were gracious enough to bring me to some hidden stashes, as long as I promised to not tell too many people.
We started off in Robin's Trees. The surface was completely covered and extremely consistent. The snow was sort of like gymnast's chalk, but softer and about a foot or so deep. Maybe like skiing a mushy bar of soap that has been sitting in water for a long time. At any rate, it skied very predictably, allowing dreamy completed turns and the three of us had a ball in the untracked snow. Some of the chutes in those trees can get steep!
Burke and Joe then took me to a secret place that Joe measured at 50 degrees in one spot with his inclinometer. This place was like a natural half pipe that went on for a long way. Joe said with dry and deep powder it is incredible. I can see why!
We continued to rip up runs at a fast pace, including more South Bowl, Robin's trees and a couple of Gold Ridge thrown in for good measure. Joe had one of those altimeter watches and reported 10 runs for 10,350 vertical feet by the time they stopped and I quit for lunch at about 1:30. The Notch Restaurant serves good chicken-noodle soup (ask for extra chicken)!
After lunch, I did three more South Bowls and two Robin's trees. The visibility got even worse as pea soup enveloped Thunder Mountain. I downloaded Chair 1 at about 3 PM for a very cold and windy ride back to the parking lot.
Back home in Sherman Oaks, it was again Springtime with sunny skies and temps in the upper 60's.
Someone explain to me how Mt. Baldy can offer such a superior product, but hardly anyone in LA seems to know or care. I'm not complaining, that's for sure, but everything else I like around here seems to have a gazillion people competing for it all of the time. Baldy skis like a world-class mountain, is less than 1.5 hours from LA, and hardly anybody goes there.