We left the peninsula Friday at 7PM and got to Squaw before midnight. Not too shabby. We put the Spikes Spiders on the minivan over the summit. Conditions were pretty good, considering. Plowing was good.
Saturday morning at 8:30, my daughter and I trudge out to the meeting point for her very first day of Mighty Mites. It's cancelled, however, because there's no safe area on the upper mountain cleared for their use. I drag my upset daughter over to Squaw Kids and shell out for a full day. We also put her little sister in Squaw Kids for the day, as had been the plan.
My wife and I go out skiing all three of the lifts Squaw had open (Red Dog, Exhibition, Squaw Creek). On one lift we hear from someone that on Friday there was a slide at mid mountain. Later we talk to the ski patrol and they confirmed it. Apparently, three coaches were skiing under The Attic when it let loose. The guy in the middle got buried and then, miraculously, spit out. Broken clavicle and generally messed up, but OK. The other two, I guess, watched the whole thing and initiated the rescue. I guess this is why mountain operations has been so cautious.
Sunday morning at 8:30 is a repeat of Saturday. No Mighty Mites. Both kids to Squaw Kids for the day. Wife and I head up Red Dog and then ski a few over at Squaw Creek. We actually enjoy skiing some pseudo-powder in the trees over there. Slowly getting our sea-legs back. We decide to head down Red Dog for an early lunch. When we get to the top of Squaw Creek, we see that Red Dog isn't turning and is roped off. We suspect the whole mountain's shutting down. We ski down Red Dog and nothing's spinning. We pick up our kids and head to the condo for lunch, packing, and the trip home.
It would have been great to stay, but we had work on Monday. So, we head back over the summit. Two good things: daylight and Spikes Spiders. Four bad things: wind, poor visibility, marginal plowing, and snow freezing onto the windshield. We made it down, though, following the taillights.
All told, a frustrating trip. The weather was too much for the kids, who ended up wind-burned and soaking. We spent more than expected and got less. The main point of the trip was to put in the two required days of Mighty Mites before January. Fail! But, we did manage to get the rust out and recapture some of last years form. My soon-to-be Mighty Mite probably will benefit from that.