It was a deep week at Solitude as I'm sure it was everywhere in the Wasatch.
So last Monday it puked all day and night and Tuesday morning was Bluebird. I never heard exact totals but I'd say there was about 16" new. My kid and I got some laps in Honeycomb, it was easy knee deep and more in spots, which put it at about waistdeep or so on the kid.
Tuesday lunchtime it starts puking again and continues until late Wednesday, I guess there was about 24" or so, maybe a bit more, out of the storm. Honeycomb never opens Wednesday.
Thursday is Bluebird. Honeycomb is closed right at first, we take a lap on the front and when we get to the bottom the resort loses electricity. Two lifts are running on diesel backup, but there were huge lines and I have a kind of a policy about getting on lifts that are already running on backup, so me and the kid hang around on the deck in the sun for a while. Two patrolmen walk by and one says to the other, "I can't believe this happened when we were right about to drop the rope, Honeycomb is ready to go."
Getting to the top of Honeycomb is a two-lift affair, and I look over at the base of the Sunrise chair and there are only two lifties over there shooting the breeze. So we roll the dice and walk over there, put our skis down first in line and hang out and chat with the lifties. Ten minutes later the power comes back on. We are on the first chair. There's one couple behind us and then nobody for at least twenty chairs.
We bust down the cat track to the Summit chair and head up, we're the only people on the lift at first. We get to the top and there is one guy up there, I'm not sure where he came from, but he's cutting in the traverse. So we traverse out until we catch up to him and drop in, first tracks in the Canyon.
I don't know how deep it was, I do know the kid was neck-deep at one point and when he crashed and tried to get up he had his pole and his whole arm up to the shoulder under the snow, so that's maybe five feet deep in that spot. Deep enough.
Neckdeep first tracks in Honeycomb, not bad for a ten-year-old.
edit: spelun
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