You can get pretty blase` when you teach, on skis every day. But January last winter featured a day I don't think I'll ever see the equal of again.
It was my day off, and I had a nice sleep in (I like sleeping). A blizzard had started up in the morning and quickly got thick and busy. I had a leisurely breakfast, decided the weather was too yucky to hit the outlets, and so wandered up to the resort instead. People were coming off the mountain. So I got my stuff and headed up, planning a token few runs and then some shopping.
The snow was already surprisingly deep, and it was falling so thick you couldn't see very far. Lightish stuff, too. I'm scared of heights, so this lack of visibility made me braver. So I headed for Jupiter, via Pioneer lift.
Well, I decided to do one run off that lift, on 10th Mountain. It was magic, through the trees. No one had been down that way in ages, so it was all untouched and deep. So I did another run, and another, each time taking a different line. Then I did the steep line off skiier's left, and the whole lot slid. Brilliant! It was like skiing in a river. so I did a few more.
Eventually I tore myself away from Pioneer and headed to Jupiter. Getting off at the top, I felt I ought to hike (one always hikes at Jupiter) but the snow was waist deep and I shuffled towards Ho Chi Minh trail before giving up and heading straight down. Again, everything slid with me. It was really steep but I didn't dare stop with all that snow rushing, so I flip-flopped all the way into the trees, had a stop, and then continued on.
Up again, tried the right side this time, same sliding thing.
Then I went over toward Scott's and went through the little valley in the trees before that. More sliding! This was fun. Then fanned out next run to the right of Scott's. So Patrol eventually hosed me off Jupiter as they wanted to close it. They evidently didn't know the snow had been misbehaving on the steeper slopes.
Snow was still nuking down, freshies everywhere. Took Thaynes up, and skiied some there, and again they were closing everything, so headed down Bonanza, got some speed up and got to the top of Silver King. No one had touched it! It was groomed the night before, and now had DEEP snow on it. No marks, nothing.
So my last run was down deep, smooth snow over no lumps.... speed was the order of the day. I got snow up my jacket, up my snout, everywhere.
What an incredible day. I've had powder before and since, but nothing like the sustained excellence of this blizzardy January day. They reckon snow sliding like that is dangerous, but it didn't seem dangerous, it was so loose and dry.