It’s all too easy to take skiing on various holidays for granted. Thanksgiving, Ascension of ‘Abdu’l-Baha, Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, New Year’s Day, First Day of Ridvan, Cinco de Mayo, Memorial Day, and even July 4th; all are pretty easily skied, most years. There was that one year a few back where skiing on Thanksgiving was positively desperate. Regardless, it’s easy to take it for granted that turns can, and will, happen on these holidays.
Whether you take it for granted or not, the snow is still pretty thin out there.
Continuing, it’s Continue reading ‘Can’t Take Skiing on Halloween For Granted’
Yon know the score: it nuked for 36+ hours. White gold fell in quantity.
Somewhere in the middle of 36+ hours of deliverance. Soft, yes. Untracked goodness, yes. Pretty deep. But not enough. Rocks on most turns. We fled for greener pastures.
Spirits were high. We skied. It wasn’t deep enough to cover all the rocks. Saw a north facing slide; it cleared the crummy, rotten snow from a few weeks ago to the rocks.
All in all, it was excaliber to be on skis, in the cold.
And then, this. Again.
Thanks to Z for the jumper cables.
And to J-Bo for NOT leaving his lights on.
Powder Mountain was all over the Utah news Wednesday. While LCC got a dusting of the white gold overnight, Powder had landed a priceless dump of the fine. With another foot slated to hit the north Wednesday night, I calmed my giddiness as best I could while pulling some gear together. A field trip was in order.
No truer words did I see today.
I’ve never visited Powder Mountain before, but I have to admit I think the resort owners landed one of the premium names in the Wasatch Range. However, as I inspected the sign on whatever summit I landed on after some knee to thigh deep trailbreaking, Continue reading ‘Powder Mountain’
It seemed like everything fit in perfectly today – if one were anticipating a comedy of errors. Perhaps this was fitting for my first day on ‘reverse camber skis.’ Got out with Travis and Jack, but before we headed anywhere, I was late because I initially forgot my beacon. Who needs a beacon – we ski groomers here in Utah (this year!)?
On our way up Little Cottonwood Canyon, a digital sign warned us of an accident ahead. Miles later, we were in the traffic jam, noting that most people don’t turn their vehicles off in such time-fluid situations. After some time, we turned around and headed to Big Cottonwood Canyon instead.
Pondering the myriad possibilities – thin snow, thinner snow, dirt, rocks, or a bit more snow, we pushed up to this season’s familiar, well-worn terrain, intent on skiing down in some pow. Travis drew blood Continue reading ‘My First Day on Reverse Camber Skis’
Ever curious as to my own present output capabilities, I’ve been pushing long days of vertical and tossing in shorter, interval themed ski days here and there. However, few outings have fallen squarely between the two of late. So I thought I’d mix it up and aim for the middle ground – medium distance at full speed.
That the goal, I came up with the 4 by Milly: 4,400 feet of vert covering 9.36 miles (up and down), according to my GPS. Started at the base of the Millicent chair and topped out about 25 feet shy of the top, since the groomers left piles of debris blocking the last few feet. Also according to the GPS, I topped out at 31 mph (during the downhill – just to clarify for you optimistic types) on several Continue reading ’4 by Milly’
How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Pulling the Plug
Dawn broke on lap one…
Some wise person first said that good artists borrow, and great artists steal. It was in that spirit that I stole the concept of the 12 Hours of Sunlight to create my own ‘event’ – 12 Hours of Brighton. Probably none too artistic, but the idea was there – push uphill and downhill for 12 hours without Continue reading ’12, Make That 11 Hours of Brighton or:’