I somehow managed to find my way back to the office today after four days on the ski slopes. On Thursday, I skied Mt. Rose for work in a blinding snow storm. But the powder skiing was incredible. In two hours, I managed to get in eight runs and felt like a powder skiing pro.
On Friday, I skied at Heavenly, also for work. It was a beautiful day with over a foot of fresh powder from the storm on Thursday. Our clients were treated to the best snow of the season, bright blue skies, and breath-taking views of Lake Tahoe. Not a bad way to spend a Friday.
Saturday, JB and I skied at Sierra. In the past week, over 5 feet of snow dumped on the mountains. And it was probably the best snow conditions you’ll see around here. And for some reason, both of us were having a hell of a time getting around in it. The past several days JB and I had skied together, we both felt like we were in a ‘groove’, feeling like we were quite the hot shots. Well, Saturday, and subsequently Sunday, humbled us significantly.
I cannot believe how many times we fell on Saturday and Sunday. It was deep snow, and we just managed to keep tipping over into the powder. Despite the fact that I really thought that I had figured out how to ski in powder on Thursday at Mt. Rose, this stuff seemed entirely different, and I couldn’t seem to ski gracefully through it if my life depended on it.
Falling in powder is fun. You’re usually going slow, and the landing is a nice ‘poof’ as the powder envelopes you. It’s the getting up that sucks, as poles are completely useless because they’ll sink down into the snow up to the handles.
I knew that my brother Chuck and his wife, Audra would be at Sierra, so I was on the lookout for them. I didn’t find them on the slopes, but actually found my other brother, Greg. I must have annoyed the entire lift line as I yelled Greg’s name. He was a mere 20 feet away from me, but it took numerous shouts and help from some people around me to get his attention.
We ended up stumbling into both of my brothers, Audra, and one of Greg’s friends at the bar after skiing. It was fun to have an impromtu happy hour. After that, Chuck and Audra joined JB and I for some take and bake pizza at JB’s house. It was some unexpected, yet enjoyable family time.
We were at Northstar yesterday. We arrived at the resort around 10:30, and passed one sign that said ‘Northstar parking full’. Well, we weren’t going to be deterred by that. We turned into the resort and headed towards the parking. The next sign said ‘We’re not kidding, our parking is full.’ So we kept driving. We then passed a third sign that said ‘Seriously, we’re full.’ And you know what? We got one of THE last parking spaces available, but we got one!!!
The lines at Northstar were pretty crazy until we made our way to Lookout Mountain, an experts only area of the resort. Once we made it there, we didn’t wait in line once. But oh, did our legs get tired. And we never really managed to get our skiing groove back. We just fought our way down every run, tumbling all the way. I am so ready to give my poor legs a break! Hopefully, by next weekend I will have found my skiing mojo again.
So that’s really the report for the weekend. JB was supposed to have a gig in Sparks on Friday, but the lead singer of his band managed to develop appendicitis, so it sounds like the band will be taking a bit of a hiatus. Another storm is making its way through the area, so next weekend promises more great snow conditions.