Day 72: Skidog's first Utah powder day as a local...in May
We had a much bigger bunch today than yesterday. In addition to Bob Dangerous, we were joined by Skidog, Amy, Pat, Tele Jon, and for one run by Snowbird patroller Steve (on his day off) and Heather.
Word obviously got out about yesterday, too, for our posse wasn't the only bigger one today. At 8:20 a.m. I had to park way up by the heli-port on the Bypass Road. Apparently all of the local doubters heard yesterday from us true believers.
It was another early day. In addition to scoring what was left from yesterday, plus another 4 or 5 inches from overnight, we knew that once the May sunshine broke through it would quickly turn to glop. Today was an early start, early quit kind of day.
Bob D, Skidog, Pat, Amy and yours truly boarded the tram at 8:30 sharp and headed right for the lower Cirque. Lots of untracked lines remained, and we once again all remarked that we couldn't believe this was May. Snow was still light and fluffy as the sun was only making a brief appearance via a hole in the clouds.
We cut over to hard left Anderson's, then over to the trees between Anderson's and Dalton's. Bob D, Skidog and I headed across Rothman Way to Gadzoom and somehow got separated from the ladies, who apparently went back to the Tram. Up Gadzoom to the Little Cloud chair, we all three independently noticed only a couple of tracks on the Bass Benches, with acres and acres still completely untracked. At the end of the first lap, as we packed up the camera, we heard whoops and hollers descending upon us from above. It was Pat and Amy.
It was so good, we schlepped out there again for a second serving. Great stuff -- deep and untracked.
It was time for an expedition: back up Little Cloud, then all the way out the sidestep Knucklehead Traverse to the top of Tigertail above the dormant Gad II chair. We dropped the first pitch, noting from a rollerball or two that our light snow window was about to close, then caught the usual Tigertail traverse that one takes from Gad II. Up and over the ridge, there were only four or five sets of tracks on the first steep pitch down into the avi runout zone, where numerous other tracks converged. While the top part was absolute deep and fluffy heaven, the runout got progressively heavier. We ran into Steve, Heather, Amy, Pat and Tele Jon at the start of the runout gully, and worked through progressively heavier mashed potatoes down to the top of the Baby Thunder chair, long since stopped for the season. In fact, in an effort to find something slightly lighter, Jon and Skidog followed me into the trees to the left of the final pitch, hoping that the shade from the conifers would have slowed the snow's deterioration.
Back up Gadzoom, the rest of the gang headed for lunch at the Forklift while Bob, Skidog and I boarded Little Cloud for one final run: down mid-Cirque, across Chips and out into Blackjack to reach our vehicles. My legs were jello, and it took everything that I could do to just make it down alive. We had a couple of final divine turns in upper Blackjack before things got heavier where they flattened out above the road down lower. At that point I was cruising right along when - bam! - my right ski hit a submerged rock that nearly ripped the ski from my foot. So much for last night's fresh tune job! I had nearly made it through the day unscathed. It took everything I had left in me just to get myself turned around and upright from that concrete.
We paused momentarily along the road to take in the views when mbaydala skied by. We overheard his friend mutter something about a great way to end the season as they pushed off down Whodunit. We headed down to the trucks at noon, feeling fully satisfied.
11,860 verts, 7 runs, all of it in untracked.
We had a much bigger bunch today than yesterday. In addition to Bob Dangerous, we were joined by Skidog, Amy, Pat, Tele Jon, and for one run by Snowbird patroller Steve (on his day off) and Heather.
Word obviously got out about yesterday, too, for our posse wasn't the only bigger one today. At 8:20 a.m. I had to park way up by the heli-port on the Bypass Road. Apparently all of the local doubters heard yesterday from us true believers.
It was another early day. In addition to scoring what was left from yesterday, plus another 4 or 5 inches from overnight, we knew that once the May sunshine broke through it would quickly turn to glop. Today was an early start, early quit kind of day.
Bob D, Skidog, Pat, Amy and yours truly boarded the tram at 8:30 sharp and headed right for the lower Cirque. Lots of untracked lines remained, and we once again all remarked that we couldn't believe this was May. Snow was still light and fluffy as the sun was only making a brief appearance via a hole in the clouds.
We cut over to hard left Anderson's, then over to the trees between Anderson's and Dalton's. Bob D, Skidog and I headed across Rothman Way to Gadzoom and somehow got separated from the ladies, who apparently went back to the Tram. Up Gadzoom to the Little Cloud chair, we all three independently noticed only a couple of tracks on the Bass Benches, with acres and acres still completely untracked. At the end of the first lap, as we packed up the camera, we heard whoops and hollers descending upon us from above. It was Pat and Amy.
It was so good, we schlepped out there again for a second serving. Great stuff -- deep and untracked.
It was time for an expedition: back up Little Cloud, then all the way out the sidestep Knucklehead Traverse to the top of Tigertail above the dormant Gad II chair. We dropped the first pitch, noting from a rollerball or two that our light snow window was about to close, then caught the usual Tigertail traverse that one takes from Gad II. Up and over the ridge, there were only four or five sets of tracks on the first steep pitch down into the avi runout zone, where numerous other tracks converged. While the top part was absolute deep and fluffy heaven, the runout got progressively heavier. We ran into Steve, Heather, Amy, Pat and Tele Jon at the start of the runout gully, and worked through progressively heavier mashed potatoes down to the top of the Baby Thunder chair, long since stopped for the season. In fact, in an effort to find something slightly lighter, Jon and Skidog followed me into the trees to the left of the final pitch, hoping that the shade from the conifers would have slowed the snow's deterioration.
Back up Gadzoom, the rest of the gang headed for lunch at the Forklift while Bob, Skidog and I boarded Little Cloud for one final run: down mid-Cirque, across Chips and out into Blackjack to reach our vehicles. My legs were jello, and it took everything that I could do to just make it down alive. We had a couple of final divine turns in upper Blackjack before things got heavier where they flattened out above the road down lower. At that point I was cruising right along when - bam! - my right ski hit a submerged rock that nearly ripped the ski from my foot. So much for last night's fresh tune job! I had nearly made it through the day unscathed. It took everything I had left in me just to get myself turned around and upright from that concrete.
We paused momentarily along the road to take in the views when mbaydala skied by. We overheard his friend mutter something about a great way to end the season as they pushed off down Whodunit. We headed down to the trucks at noon, feeling fully satisfied.
11,860 verts, 7 runs, all of it in untracked.
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