Friday, March 12, 2010


It took a fair amount of motivation to get myself out the door to ski today.  I know ~ ridiculous. 

It was totally worth it!  I had fresh fluffy runs, fast groomer runs, and mashed potato runs.

I ripped a fast groomer to the sugarloaf lift so I could hike to the top of Baldy for the first time.  It was a little after 3pm and the gate was already closed.  I cruised around the corner to hike the other side of Baldy, much lower -- but above the Ballroom.

I heard someone behind me so I turned to see how close they were, pulling to the side of the path so they could pass.  It was Ski Patrol.  He said, "I'm hiking up to close the gate, if you want to go you need to be in front of me."

I was already breathing heavy but I sucked it up and focused, one side step after another.  I got thru the gate, unzipped my jacket (and the side vents on my pants).  I looked back and noticed that Mr. Ski Patrol had been kind enought to give me some space because he was still side stepping up the hill.

I asked if he could pass me now that I was thru the gate.  He said I was good to go now that I was thru the gate.  He was going a different way, dropping down to close another gate.  So I hiked a bit higher, more slowly now, and made a few fresh fluffy turns.

Monday, March 08, 2010

55 ~ Back @ Alta

Sunny & warm.  Soft snow.   By myself.  I need some ski buddies.

Friday, March 05, 2010

Backcountry ~ La Sals

My first day of backcountry skiing in the La Sals in a couple (maybe a few) years.  It was so beautiful.  Pristine!  I wish I had some photos to share.

I hiked (skinned) for about an hour and a half.  I think I did the Laurel Meadows loop.  I was by myself, which is a big NO NO.  I was traveling/skiing low angle stuff so, in theory, I was ok.  Actually, I wasn't alone.  The Rooster was with me.  I'm pretty sure he enjoyed it as much as me.

We shared a grilled chicken sandwich on top.  I ate most of it.  Then we raced down thru the meadow.  The snow was so soft and creamy - all FRESH!  Rooster and I somehow ended up on the same line between  narrow trees and I had to crash to avoid hitting him.  A few years ago his leg was cut to the bone by a ski or snowboard on one of our redneck dawn patrols.

We were out for about 3 hours, which felt like plenty.  I got to practice with my new gear and I can't wait to go out again.