Thanksgiving in February ..
.. today was one of those days when you are driving to the hill - you have a mellow good feeling deep inside your soul that it's gonna be good day!!
... it did not disappoint. Powstash, Midget and I toured from the Canyons all around Desolation Lake. I still can't believe that I didn't realize the Canyons were sooooooooo close to Desolation Lake. Duh.
Anyway, touring from the Canyons is SICK and soooooooooo easy to farm good stashes with quick skins back up for more yummy goodies. I'll let the pics tell the story when they get posted - even though they prolly won't do it justice.
Driving home I had that tired, happy, fulfilled feeling come over me and I thought about just how thankful I was:
for good friends
for this amazing playground we live in
for ski, binding and boot technology
for clothing technology that is equally amazing
for good powder
for Gapers that leave it for us
for blue skies
for beautiful sunsets
for good food (fries and a sammy never tasted soooo good)
for 2 more Maggots met (Midget and Inspector Gadget)
and for plenty of tomorrows to do it all over again :D
Thanks K for a great day!!! Who would've thunk an Alta boy could have such a good time on the "East Side".
P.S. Gotamas with Freerides are a SICK, SICK, SICK touring setup!!! :)
I had this as a separate post, but....
My story in four short parts, though not necessarily in chronolgical order:
I, too, skied at The Canyons today:
Unfortunately I missed boarderline - sorry. Hooked up with some kids from Provo as we were all hiking for some turns in the days-old powder. I got two great runs - Easter Bowl and McDonalds - before heading for the office at about 1 PM.
I tripled the number of maggots I know today!
I met Midget and rode a couple of chairs with him as we were catching up to Powstash and Xover. Powstash introduced me to Xover; the three of them were on their A/T gear and they headed into the back country. It was nice to meet Midget and Xover, even if we didn't ski together.
In response to phUnk's question about meeting goals this season:
Carrying decent speed, I dropped off an eight to ten foot cornice today. I suspect my style points weren't very high as I damn near went over the bars when I landed, but I quickly gathered myself up and made turns to the bottom of the pitch. Small sack? Yes. But some is better than none and it felt good.
I'm not superstitious, but it is Friday the 13th.
I got to The Canyons and didn't have my pass. As luck would have it, I ran into my Valentine in the parking lot and she offered me one of the precious few comp tickets she gets for the season. Riding up the gondola with some nice tourists, I jokingly commented about the start of my Friday the 13th. Whereupon one of them told me we were riding in car number thirteen . . . sure enough. The humor was not lost on me.
It sounds like the three Musketeers had a great time in the back country today; can't wait to see the photos. Hopefully I be able to join you next time.
