Even though I ski in the land of "cold smoke" and ski lots of powder, I have to tell my story of an epic powder day at Mt. Rose, since the starter of the thread skis the sierras.
This was probably took place 15 years ago when I met a couple of friends at my brothers in Reno. A storm blew in and the temperature dropped for later March, so we headed to Squaw early. Turned out it was raining at the bottom of Squaw and the top was all closed so we started working our way back around to Reno and found out that Rose was open. When we got there, it was flat out dumping and blowing sideways. the guy in the ticket window said this was as good as it gets at Rose so we bought tickets. Slide side was closed, the lifts on Rose side were running half speed and absolutely no one was skiing. You couldn't see a thing, and unloading at the highest lift (don't remember name) required skiing over till you ran into the rope line, then following it around until the trees started showing. Partners were required, but as there were three of us this was no problem. The snow was deep a little on the heavy side compared to Montana pow, but still excellent skiing. The best thing about this day was there remained no one on the hill. Every run was fresh and untracked. It was like having a private ski hill. At noon a lone instructor asked to ski with us because he had no partner so we spent the afternoon exploring all the little staches only a local would know. What a great day.
Even though Rose only has 1400 vertical, there is enough pitch to keep things turning. I have no idea how much vertical we got that day, but all day it was top to bottom continuously, in untracked snow. The only stopping we did was to check once in while to insure no one dissapeared under a tree or got sepparated. What we couldn't believe was that the locals were not out skiing. At home the hill would have been tracked by noon. We had a beer at the end of the day as the hills front end loader dug out the cars that were there. Maybe a couple dozen including the employees. The snow was up close to the hood.
Next day of course everyone was there, the sun came out and the snow got thick and that was that. But I will always remember the day at our private ski area and the day of totally fresh lift served tracks on every run all day long.
Oh, we did cheat some, we only bought a half day pass, but skied all day on it.
P.S. Me, I love skiing in storms. When the conditions are the worst, the skiing is usually the best.