It had stormed for three days along the Wasatch Front, blanketing the mountains with fresh snow. The greatest snow on Earth, if you believe the license plates. For the past several days, I had awoken to gray skies, often with snowfall. Normally, this would be a welcome sight on a ski day. But this was to be no ordinary ski day.
I woke up before the alarm. I looked out the window, and saw the beginnings of a perfect, bluebird day. The kind of day you always see in the ski movies and magazines, but rarely get to actually experience for yourself.
I pulled out of phUnk's driveway, and began the drive up to LCC. Past the Olympic Flame at Rice-Eccles Stadium, along Foothill Drive, and onto I-215. I pulled off the freeway, where Altachic was waiting. Still no signs of clouds in the sky.
We drove up the canyon, past Snowbird, before finally reaching our destination.
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And waiting there for us was the greatest ski lift known to mankind- the A-Star
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We checked in, and ate a big breakfast. I checked out a beacon and a pair of B3's. My manhood was threatened, as AC was skiing on a bigger, burlier set of skis than I was. But as we all know, she's a real badass.
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After a short breifing on safety and helicoptors, we waited until it was our turn to fly. Finally, it was our turn to go up. We left the ground, and headed high up into the Wasatch. The pilot dropped us off on top of a ridge, and we were ready to go.
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And so began a series of runs through the deepest, freshest powder I had ever experienced. Every turn was amazing. After a lifetime on the ice coast, the feeling of skiing through bottomless snow was life transforming. This must be what a junkie feels the first time they shoot heroin.
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We proceeded to ski the rest of the day, legendary Wasatch pow billowing from our skis. Here's Altachic ripping it up in the trees.
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After seven perfect runs, our guide Ole
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Asked us to come forward. Usually, the guide will ski the pitch first for safety reasons, but this time he gave us a special treat. First tracks invirgin powder. Altachic and I took off together, enjoying one final set of turns through the deep. As we waited for the final heli trip, I felt a little sad. This had been an amazing week, and now it was almost over.
We flew back to LCC, where there was a gourmet spread awaiting us. After gorging ourselves, it was time to go home. It had certainly been a perfect day, the type every skier dreams about. A crew from Warren Miller was up there, shooting footage of Brant Moles and Jeremy Nobis.
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Thanks you so much to all of the maggots who made this possible, especially the Rev and Cletus for organizing the whole thing. Thank you phUnk and Mrs. phUnk for letting me stay at your place. Thanks to Inspector Gadget for showing me around the Canyons, powstash and GT40 for the lift tickets, and UTDave and Natty Dread for showing me around Alta.
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