The storm cycle since March 22 has produced over 160 inches of snow. That comes out to something like a foot a day for two weeks straight. My mind can't even begin to wrap itself around storm cycles like this--- so much snow in so little time.
I really didn't think it could get any better than it was yesterday, 3 days ago, 5 days ago, allllll those storms. but then today came. when i checked the snow report early in the morning, I saw that 18 inches of snow had been recorded on 0.36 inches of water. yeah, 2 percent. I thought maybe it was some kind of recording error or glitch. it wasn't. the snow continued to fall and the lifts opened to the loudest group of chair riders i've ever seen. All day, skiing under the lift meant choking on face shots while listening to people on the lift yelling and hootin' and hollerin'. riding the lift meant watching (and cheering on at the top of my lungs) some other lucky SOB get ten second long face shots, struggling to keep it up and slut it for the crowd while gagging and wondering when he'd get a chance to breathe and half-cough half-vomit all the snow out of his lungs, stomach, and mouth.
constant shoulder deep turns, Keyhole laps that can be explained only in a way string theory or infinity can be explained. jumping off everything in sight, the only worry being able to pop enough to clear rocks. falling, tumbling, looking like an idiot.... faceshot faceshot pop stomp. didn't matter. it all felt good and everything is a really good idea and should be done.
I don't understand it, I'm trying my hardest to remember every moment of it, and I am so damn thankful that I have the chance to experience this just once. The snow and the skiing was perfect. Getting to do it with people you love- divine.
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