Whitey
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I thought that since the weather is so god-awful for skiing that I’d start a thread about awful weather you experienced when you went for a ski trip.
Mine is from about 10 yrs ago when a buddy of mine and I went to Sugarloaf. We both took Monday off of work so that we would have a 3 day weekend there. That’s was our 1st mistake as we had toyed with taking Friday off instead to make the 3 day weekend. We both got passes from our wives and we were on mtn in a room at the SL Inn. So we were primed for a weekend of epic skiing and epic drinking.
Saturday was good to great skiing and we tore up the mountain. Unfortunately, when we woke up on Sunday it was pouring rain. Like “build an ark and start pairing up the animals” level rain. We went out because we were there, and not many other reasons. Skied til about 2pm that day. By about 10am, I could count the # of people still skiing on my 2 hands. And this was a “prime time” weekend in Feb. We both brought our best “wet weather skiing” gear and were still soaked thru to the skin by about the 3rd run. In the Widowmaker that afternoon we were the only 2 people in the place, we had the bartender to ourselves. We got smashed. We went back to the SL Inn later. That night we decided to walk up to the base restaurants via the condo/snubber trail. About halfway up our feet went thru the top of the snow and dropped down into the underground river that we didn't realize was flowing under the snow. We ate dinner that night at the Bag with our pants soaked from about the crotch down. We were too drunk to care.
Even better, overnight that night (Sun into Mon) the temperature swung at least 50 degrees. It went from being warm and rainy to “cold as sh!t”. Of course all the mashed potatoes & water froze solid and half the mountain was blue ice. We skied Monday because we were there. We were also literally the only people skiing that day. The lifties kept giving us looks like “you guys are idiots”. It may have been some of the most dangerous skiing I’ve done because it was so frozen solid. About a ½ second after you pointed the skis downhill you were doing Tuna-speed level, like 40-50 MPH. You then had to try to check your speed and stay out of the woods by carving on something that resembled an uneven hockey rink.
We bailed by lunchtime, said “sh!t, we should have come and skied Friday instead” and left. Of course about a day later my buddy got deathly ill and missed almost the entire week of work. His wife wouldn’t let him ski trip with me again for about 3 yrs.
Good times. . .
Mine is from about 10 yrs ago when a buddy of mine and I went to Sugarloaf. We both took Monday off of work so that we would have a 3 day weekend there. That’s was our 1st mistake as we had toyed with taking Friday off instead to make the 3 day weekend. We both got passes from our wives and we were on mtn in a room at the SL Inn. So we were primed for a weekend of epic skiing and epic drinking.
Saturday was good to great skiing and we tore up the mountain. Unfortunately, when we woke up on Sunday it was pouring rain. Like “build an ark and start pairing up the animals” level rain. We went out because we were there, and not many other reasons. Skied til about 2pm that day. By about 10am, I could count the # of people still skiing on my 2 hands. And this was a “prime time” weekend in Feb. We both brought our best “wet weather skiing” gear and were still soaked thru to the skin by about the 3rd run. In the Widowmaker that afternoon we were the only 2 people in the place, we had the bartender to ourselves. We got smashed. We went back to the SL Inn later. That night we decided to walk up to the base restaurants via the condo/snubber trail. About halfway up our feet went thru the top of the snow and dropped down into the underground river that we didn't realize was flowing under the snow. We ate dinner that night at the Bag with our pants soaked from about the crotch down. We were too drunk to care.
Even better, overnight that night (Sun into Mon) the temperature swung at least 50 degrees. It went from being warm and rainy to “cold as sh!t”. Of course all the mashed potatoes & water froze solid and half the mountain was blue ice. We skied Monday because we were there. We were also literally the only people skiing that day. The lifties kept giving us looks like “you guys are idiots”. It may have been some of the most dangerous skiing I’ve done because it was so frozen solid. About a ½ second after you pointed the skis downhill you were doing Tuna-speed level, like 40-50 MPH. You then had to try to check your speed and stay out of the woods by carving on something that resembled an uneven hockey rink.
We bailed by lunchtime, said “sh!t, we should have come and skied Friday instead” and left. Of course about a day later my buddy got deathly ill and missed almost the entire week of work. His wife wouldn’t let him ski trip with me again for about 3 yrs.
Good times. . .