salida
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A repost of greg's TR.
Three weeks skiing in UT and bootlegging brewSKI out of WY deserves a TR. It also deserves a theme song:
[video]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xN8dP4CoFaw[/video]
Premise: Salida moves out to SLC and joined the ranks of an illustrious online gear store located there. Meanwhile Grizzly Adams has built several pairs of skis and needs to do "field testing". By pure coincidence at the same time K_C is in need of some deep powdah and wants to get out of VT for a little while. Furthermore, as if that weren't enough Soul_Skier moves to Alta, while a Vt'er for life, Altmanator, proves to be the f'ing MAN in SLC, Samthaman, Allentaylor and Backcountryben take a road trip to end all road trips, and I find myself in the middle of all of it... and by that, I mean SKIING.
Main Characters:
Sal -- "yeah, sure, no problem, i can fix that for you" -- ida
Grizzly "No Animals Allowed" Adams
Alt -- "Cold Smokey" -- MANator
K "Powdah" C
G -- "Bandit" -- Petrics (myself)
It all starts back in early December when my flight from Burlington was delayed, and I spend a night in Chicago enroute to SLC. Salida picks me up at 10am the next day, and I'm tired, stinky, my bags are lost, and I'm wearing my touring boots because I didn't want to check them. He lends me some gear and we head up to Alta for skiing of course.
Salida shows me his new LCC style
I was stoked to be in the sun and snow
The next day I met up with a friend of mine who patrols at the bird and didn't have time for any pics except one of superior which I took to get my mind off the frustrating experience of digging for my ski
Friday I get to meet all Salida's friends at his place of employment and we also got to sneak up to the Canyons. With some fast talking and quick feet we convince the lifties to let us up the flight sans proper credentials, and enjoy some decent pow off the beaten path. The part of the place that we skied reminds me of Flatton in Vt with maybe a bit more snow
Salida has always enjoyed the EC though
That night we obtain Grizzle Adams for the airport. Of all things i regret not having a picture of this trip, it's grizz getting off the airplane with a million things dangling from his La Meije, a masterpiece of facial hair, and a brightly colored pom pom hat.
The next morning there was an interlodge, so we got up early to beat it.
After the ban was lifted, Grizz got right to work and got deep
I think he was happy he made the journey, and beat the interlodge
Salida shows us a hidden stash
On the way out we knew the next day was gonna be good cause we saw this piece of buried treasure (AND it was still hammering)
For the next few days we skied with Altmanator and he shows us that he knows where the goods are... the days all blend together at this point, but it just kept snowing right on through Christmas, so who cares what the date was... they were all grey and deep
Altmanator spies his line
And down he goes
"Where does that chute go Altmanator?" I asked. "Goods" Altmanator replied.
"Betters" --Altmanator
"Bests" -- Altmanator
Salida decided it was a good idea to follow this guy around
So did Grizzly
Tell me Grizzly doesn't look like Dick Durrance in this photo
Grizz and Salida (this one's for their parents)
Hell, I might even enjoy where this guy leads
Then one day at lunch we run into non other than Sage C-A at Alf's Restaurant. He seems like a cool guy, but he took a little bit too much of a liking to Grizzly's pickles after Grizz bought them for .75$ a pop. Although Sage is a pro skier, he got ZERO free pickles from Grizzly Adams. Those pickles are just too damn tasty! (sorry Sage!)
That afternoon Salida decided that something he'd been eyeing all season was ready for the green light, and he gave it the gas down this line with a near cliff of rocks and trees to the skier's left and a narrow hole in the wall to the skier's right
Grizzly things that was teh siht
Then on Christmas eve we made a run for the border, beer, and some family time for a few hours. WY stretches out from Independence Rock
Salida and I got a bit restless without any skiing, and decided to go out and do some "big drift hunting" in the desert to kill some time on Christmas day. That pretty much means finding the biggest drift in an otherwise snowless desert and making one or two turns.
Me
Salida
Upon our return we learn that yet another baker's meter of snow has fallen and that they can't get backside to move (even with a several part multi charge)
The destructive force of nature elsewhere in LCC was obvious though
We played it safe and stuck between the ropes for a few days. It's amazing what you can find between the ropes though
Killer Fartbags
Some face shots
Boxes of explosives
Grizzly messing up what would have been a killer shot (regradless, I still think this is my favorite one from the trip)
K_C
Soul_Skier flying over your head
Some great opportunities to slut it up (me)
The Vail Ridge
Then finally Backside moved,
things settled down, (yeeha! the summer road is open!! that MUST mean the backcountry is safe... i mean... hey... there's, like, 40 tracks down flagstaff!)
and we were back in business... and by back in business, I mean we went to Snowbasin
Me thinking: "is this really only 8 inches?"
okay... maybe it is... right here at least
Grizzly says: "shenanigans! this is at least a foot and a half"
Grizz also says: "Glad everyone went home after one run down No-name... it really got tracked out... it wasn't even worth skiing."
Salida thinks he can get accustomed to this after the dogfights in LCC
Finally all good things must come to an end sometime, and so too must this trip. To finish it up I met samthaman, allentaylor and backcountry ben for a run down some sick hike-to trees and some epic deepness...
Ben
Sam
That night as I was packing up, Grizzly got word that we had an opportunity to meet a fellow Bucknell alum, and all around mountain legend, Walt McConnell, and chat with him for a few hours about his adventures. An amazing man, and a wonderful role model.
Then before I knew it I was on the plane, heading east, hiking stowe, causing 8 foot crowned avalanches
Watching jtran get DEEP
and into tight places
and meeting up with some familiar faces...
I think I can get used to this... Thanks for looking!
Three weeks skiing in UT and bootlegging brewSKI out of WY deserves a TR. It also deserves a theme song:
[video]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xN8dP4CoFaw[/video]
Premise: Salida moves out to SLC and joined the ranks of an illustrious online gear store located there. Meanwhile Grizzly Adams has built several pairs of skis and needs to do "field testing". By pure coincidence at the same time K_C is in need of some deep powdah and wants to get out of VT for a little while. Furthermore, as if that weren't enough Soul_Skier moves to Alta, while a Vt'er for life, Altmanator, proves to be the f'ing MAN in SLC, Samthaman, Allentaylor and Backcountryben take a road trip to end all road trips, and I find myself in the middle of all of it... and by that, I mean SKIING.
Main Characters:
Sal -- "yeah, sure, no problem, i can fix that for you" -- ida
Grizzly "No Animals Allowed" Adams
Alt -- "Cold Smokey" -- MANator
K "Powdah" C
G -- "Bandit" -- Petrics (myself)
It all starts back in early December when my flight from Burlington was delayed, and I spend a night in Chicago enroute to SLC. Salida picks me up at 10am the next day, and I'm tired, stinky, my bags are lost, and I'm wearing my touring boots because I didn't want to check them. He lends me some gear and we head up to Alta for skiing of course.
Salida shows me his new LCC style
I was stoked to be in the sun and snow
The next day I met up with a friend of mine who patrols at the bird and didn't have time for any pics except one of superior which I took to get my mind off the frustrating experience of digging for my ski
Friday I get to meet all Salida's friends at his place of employment and we also got to sneak up to the Canyons. With some fast talking and quick feet we convince the lifties to let us up the flight sans proper credentials, and enjoy some decent pow off the beaten path. The part of the place that we skied reminds me of Flatton in Vt with maybe a bit more snow
Salida has always enjoyed the EC though
That night we obtain Grizzle Adams for the airport. Of all things i regret not having a picture of this trip, it's grizz getting off the airplane with a million things dangling from his La Meije, a masterpiece of facial hair, and a brightly colored pom pom hat.
The next morning there was an interlodge, so we got up early to beat it.
After the ban was lifted, Grizz got right to work and got deep
I think he was happy he made the journey, and beat the interlodge
Salida shows us a hidden stash
On the way out we knew the next day was gonna be good cause we saw this piece of buried treasure (AND it was still hammering)
For the next few days we skied with Altmanator and he shows us that he knows where the goods are... the days all blend together at this point, but it just kept snowing right on through Christmas, so who cares what the date was... they were all grey and deep
Altmanator spies his line
And down he goes
"Where does that chute go Altmanator?" I asked. "Goods" Altmanator replied.
"Betters" --Altmanator
"Bests" -- Altmanator
Salida decided it was a good idea to follow this guy around
So did Grizzly
Tell me Grizzly doesn't look like Dick Durrance in this photo
Grizz and Salida (this one's for their parents)
Hell, I might even enjoy where this guy leads
Then one day at lunch we run into non other than Sage C-A at Alf's Restaurant. He seems like a cool guy, but he took a little bit too much of a liking to Grizzly's pickles after Grizz bought them for .75$ a pop. Although Sage is a pro skier, he got ZERO free pickles from Grizzly Adams. Those pickles are just too damn tasty! (sorry Sage!)
That afternoon Salida decided that something he'd been eyeing all season was ready for the green light, and he gave it the gas down this line with a near cliff of rocks and trees to the skier's left and a narrow hole in the wall to the skier's right
Grizzly things that was teh siht
Then on Christmas eve we made a run for the border, beer, and some family time for a few hours. WY stretches out from Independence Rock
Salida and I got a bit restless without any skiing, and decided to go out and do some "big drift hunting" in the desert to kill some time on Christmas day. That pretty much means finding the biggest drift in an otherwise snowless desert and making one or two turns.
Me
Salida
Upon our return we learn that yet another baker's meter of snow has fallen and that they can't get backside to move (even with a several part multi charge)
The destructive force of nature elsewhere in LCC was obvious though
We played it safe and stuck between the ropes for a few days. It's amazing what you can find between the ropes though
Killer Fartbags
Some face shots
Boxes of explosives
Grizzly messing up what would have been a killer shot (regradless, I still think this is my favorite one from the trip)
K_C
Soul_Skier flying over your head
Some great opportunities to slut it up (me)
The Vail Ridge
Then finally Backside moved,
things settled down, (yeeha! the summer road is open!! that MUST mean the backcountry is safe... i mean... hey... there's, like, 40 tracks down flagstaff!)
and we were back in business... and by back in business, I mean we went to Snowbasin
Me thinking: "is this really only 8 inches?"
okay... maybe it is... right here at least
Grizzly says: "shenanigans! this is at least a foot and a half"
Grizz also says: "Glad everyone went home after one run down No-name... it really got tracked out... it wasn't even worth skiing."
Salida thinks he can get accustomed to this after the dogfights in LCC
Finally all good things must come to an end sometime, and so too must this trip. To finish it up I met samthaman, allentaylor and backcountry ben for a run down some sick hike-to trees and some epic deepness...
Ben
Sam
That night as I was packing up, Grizzly got word that we had an opportunity to meet a fellow Bucknell alum, and all around mountain legend, Walt McConnell, and chat with him for a few hours about his adventures. An amazing man, and a wonderful role model.
Then before I knew it I was on the plane, heading east, hiking stowe, causing 8 foot crowned avalanches
Watching jtran get DEEP
and into tight places
and meeting up with some familiar faces...
I think I can get used to this... Thanks for looking!
