
So Erin and I took a trip to Utah for my spring break last week, and I was able to get in a couple of days of skiing at Snowbird. Monday, 3/31/08, will go down in my personal history as one of the most amazing ski days of my entire life. Let me tell you about it...
That morning, I woke up and checked the ski report: the 'Bird had gotten over 12" overnight. At one point, it was snowing 4" an hour...in other words, HEAVY. Erin wasn't feeling well and my bros had to work, so I headed up by myself. I headed up to the canyon and parked in the first entrance. I jumped out of the car and headed straight to the top of Little Cloud, getting to the top around 9:30 or so. Just then, I saw a couple of ski patrollers dropping the ropes on Mineral Basin. I thought I was dreaming: there I stood, at the top of Mineral Basin, with not a single track in front of me. I dropped right off the top. After getting the easy first tracks at the top of Mineral, I worked the lines off of Powder Paradise at the far end.
Just as I was headed over to get another run in at Powder Paradise, the patrol dropped the ropes on Bookends, at the extreme far end of Mineral. I couldn't believe it. I was about the 4th or 5th person in there; it gets really deep over there because of how it faces and because of how the mountain is shaped. You really have to work for those turns--the traverse is pretty long and so it keeps the faint of heart out. The snow was amazing.
After a few runs in the Bookends I was getting sick of the long traverse and Mineral was pretty much tracked out, and figured I'd go check out the Cirque. Just as I got to the top of Mineral, though, the patrol dropped the ropes on Little Cloud bowl. I knew then I HAD to be dreaming...it was too perfect. I made a bee line for the traverse and dropped in right off the top--first tracks AGAIN.
After that first run, I got in a few more laps in the bowl underneath the Sisters and didn't cross another track--all I had to do was go a few more feet on the traverse and I'd have fresh pow in front of me.
My legs finally gave out around 2:30. I knew it was time to go when I was cruising down Big Emma after grabbing a quick, late lunch and my right leg cramped up and wouldn't move. Living in the Midwest has made me soft, I guess.
About the pics: I just happened to be in a few of the same areas that the Snowbird Action Powder Shots photo people were working in, and I pulled these off their website. They can't expect me to pay $19.95 for a 5x7 when I can take these low-quality jpegs off the website for free...