Aiming for something fun and interesting to ski, Swain and I ended up retreating in the face of unstable snow – widespread cracking on a large slope – and simply skied low angle powder in the vicinity of both Red Baldy and Patsy Marley. I think we spent more time pushing our way out through deep snow than actually making turns. Did I mention that the warm snow stuck to our skins mercilessly on the up, despite the addition of skin wax? Right around 9,000 feet, there was a noticeable change in the snow consistency, switching from a heavy, cream cheese consistency to light Utah finery. Didn’t matter, both types stuck to our skins. It was a thrill a minute.
Fortunately, we received compensation both for being denied, as well as having to push our way downhill. On our final run to the car, we were both treated to full-on face slushies as borderline frozen water fell on us from the sky. In my case this led to a brain freeze as severe as if I’d eaten a pint of ice cream in ten rapid spoonfuls. Unpleasant to the core. To the good, when I saw Jon walk up to the car, I warmed up right away with laughing when I saw the slushie eyebrows he’d attracted. All told, I’d say we were about three minutes from frostbite, in April. It was the first time this season that I’ve wished I was wearing a balaclava.
To the good, there’s a ton of fresh pow out there. Go get some.