I'm really happy to finally be able to bring in a solid TR on behalf of Lake Tahoe. We've been staying stoked as best we can and now we have something solid to report. Cheers to that.
Thanks also to all detailed weather experts put out there. These folks really make it possible for the weekend warrior and occasional take off work at the last minute skier.
Take a look at the ongoing weather thread for more on that.
Through a series of minor miracles, we got to Alpine by eight and lined up on Summit Six by eight thirty.
The strange thing about the mountain that morning among those of us waiting for Six were treated to an awesome display of patroller bombings, followed shortly by actual skiing. Notice, I said display of skiing, not actual skiing. See, Six was a cluster that morning. Avalanche control, Ski Patrol, putting chairs onto Six, topside grooming.
What happened next was incredible. Through the sequence of lift openings, Roundhouse allowing access to Scott from the base. It was turning first. A skier absolutely sent it down Scott Chute. A roar let out. Another huck, another roar. Unbelievable skiing.
People were getting jacked up!
I'm thinking Rhalves Banzai.
Ski school jumps into the lineup and start kicking people women children and grandparents out of the ski school line.
We manage 10th chair.
We've picked Alpine Bowl. Grooming debris litters all the dropins right from the chair. Half way down they've cut in a track. I got the first half.
I select my line and prepare to drop in. The demo 193 Hellarados are the weapon du jour. Bam, right through that debris like it was nothing for a good 15 feet of two turns then into the fluff. 47" has been stated. I don't know. Could have been.
Surfing. Barely a sound. Long turns. Straightlinig it. Over the track. More pow, more untracked. Skiers, boarders starting to show up. Everyone hooting. More fun. More pow. Back to Summit. Long wait, repeat.
So much freaking fun.
They open Sherwood. People are high-t'ing it. High T says closed. Patrollers nod. Scott's drops. Pow for days. More fresh lines more epic snow.
St. Pattys Day. People start drinking. Lines go away. It starts snowing again.
We laugh and ski till close.
Someone recommends Bills Rotiscerie. We eat meat. Refuel. Jacuzzi. Fireplace. Sleep. Ski.
Next up is Sugarbowl. We're looking for 3-6 inches but it's easily twice that and it's snowing. We take old 40 from Tahoe Donner.
We see first chair go up. Nobodys really that jacked. I am. I take off down Sidewinder and hit Lincoln. Rhalves Run is deep with moguls and crud under about 6 of fresh. The bottom is buttery. Back on my Mantras I know what to expect. This mountain is not getting skied out. I hit my honey hole. Overland.
Bacon's Gully. Wow. Deepest of the day. Thigh deep.
I run into an instructor I had previously. He says hi but botches my name. He says hit the trees off licoln. I oblige.
I've got a few more honey holes. It keeps snowing.
They open Summit. More freshies.
The day is winding down but it starts getting windier. We head through White Pine. The sun shows up and I ski back to the car.
Today looks good. Let's hear your story.
Edited by dmourati - 3/19/12 at 10:17am