Snowbasin March 30th!!!Sorry Steelman, but I had to grab Snowbasin's powder yesterday. I trust you're having a blast even as I write.
Yesterday was, in the now famous word of Napolean Dynamite, SWEET! I still find it incredible that fresh tracks can be found on every run from start to finish on such a wonderful mountain. First it was John Paul. We keep moving down the ridge, lap after lap. Later, we stay on the ridge above the Grizzly downhill, then drop in to John Paul lower down. Fresh tracks aplenty. Then the tram opens. No Name is still closed for avy control. No matter, we ski the downhill starts in complete whiteout conditions. No clue what's up or down, just keep making smooth turns, vertigo be damned. The only time I know for certain that the snow is beneath me is when it turns gray from avalanche ordinance. Then we move to the Needles gondola and find untracked on 119 and down into the trees off Wildcat Bowl. Then it's over to Strawberry for MORE fresh tracks in Sunshine Bowl.
Then the words we've been waiting for all day: "No Name is open." It is a feast of fine turns all the way down. On our THIRD run, we drop over the middle ridge about 100 yards from the top and HOLY MOLY, it's untracked! We dip and glide between firs, inperceptively shifting weight as skis, no longer individual objects but extentions of our soul, carry us in weightless euphoria.
Yes, you can argue snow quality, vertical, extreme terrain, and myriad other factors that apparently make a ski resort great, but folks, when it comes right down to making sweet turns, one after another, it just doesn't get any better than this.