day of days
January 27, 2009
I know, I know, that was D Day. Whatever.
Today was Day of Days. We got 3 feet of snow this weekend, it came in very warm and wet (in fact, beginning with rain), then gradually got colder and colder, resulting in a well bonded, right-side up layer cake of stable snow topped by a delicious frosting of 5% Utah Smoke.
It’s worth the risk of getting into work a couple hours late.
So me, Rick S, his doppleganger Rob, Mark, and newbie/neighbor Mike did the usual meet at the mouth of the canyon at 5:30 (yup, AM), and we were hiking by 6. As we pulled over at the parking area by Alta ski area, across the street from Our Lady of Snows church, we quickly realized that the first bluebird day following a 3 foot dump was going to bring out the masses. I’ve never seen so many cars at the trailhead at 6am (when it’s still pretty much dark, and would be for another hour). We could see a trail of headlamps making its way up the mountain like some kind of religious processional.
Turns out, that was a good thing, because breaking trail in 3 feet of snow is really hard, and this trail of hikers had created a freeway for us to follow.
Rick and Rob, at the Flagstaff ridge as the sun comes up:
Course, Rick S and Rob and Mike were too chicken to tempt fate and their respective bosses, and passed on dropping the north side, and settled for the powdery goodness of the south side.
Mike, dropping in for his first ever backcountry powder feast:
Mark and I do not fear THE MAN, and so we dropped the north side for a few laps.
Mark, showing how there’s room enough for all, even when everybody’s out:
Me, crossing the border between light and dark:
Me, showing my fancy rocker tips:
And more me, because this is MY blog:
Mark, showing off reason number 10 why skiers should NOT have a beard and mustache (you don’t want a close up of that pic):
Someone afterward claimed that this was the best day of the season so far. That same someone went on to claim this was a top five day of all time. Maybe top three.
But when that same someone made that same claim to his wife, his wife quickly countered “It’s like sex–you don’t have to rank it. It’s all good.”
Which is good advice, really.