Originally Posted by ulty_guy
well, i can certainly vouch for al's ascertations....it was very deep. :the_finge
the tele-man was nice enough to let me crash in cell block A for a couple of nights and chase him and the boys around leysin saturday and sunday. saturday was complete storm skiing and leysin is probably one of the few places in the alps with great tree skiing, and it was vital. probably 2 feet of fresh at the beginning of the day, another foot easily fell during the day (with more depositing in the trees). we just couldn't resist tacking another run on, we skied bell to bell and walked onto the lift every time, hardly anyone out. by the end of the day, when i would look back up hill for the other 3 guys i was with, i was only seeing balls of moving fluff with hands and a head sticking out. al, my favorite memory of the trip was standing on a cat track and not even seeing bill till he got spit out in a cloud of snow and hearing his crazy detroit laugh.
all of us were kicked after saturday only to wake up sunday to complete and utter bluebird. now the word bluebird is overused in my mind, this is no exaggeration. the wind had died through the night and left another foot of the lightest pow i've ever skied in the alps (on top of the monster accumulation from the day before). we were first cabin (again :the_finge ) and ripped everything as it opened up across the mountain. riding in the caboose down the black run, sailing straight into the sunrise behind 3 plumes of crystally powder, unreal. the thighs and crotch of my bibs were wetting through from constantly being in waist deep powder. i wasn't even reaching my hands down and i had a hard time keep them out of the snow.
if there was ever a more perfect day to catch some footage, it was sunday. alas, none of us could even fathom stopping for photos in this gobble-fest. it all still seems like a dream.