tirolerpeter
New member
Salt Lake
Did the JET BLUE thing to SLC ($309 round trip for BOTH) with my buddy on Monday (12/6). Got to ALTA around 9:30 AM Tuesday and it was already snowing hard. By about 2:00 PM there was at least 12 inches on the ground and the drifts were about waist deep. Got lost (visibility about 50 feet) and skied into a gully. Caught a tail on a bump, flipped head over heels backward, went head first into the snow. Nearly "drowned" when I started aspirating snow. Luckily I had lost one ski and managed to backstroke back to the surface. Very scary stuff! By Wednesday AM the snow total was 29" inches at SNOWBIRD. We were literally waist deep in the trees! It was an awesome feeling for us "Easterners." Wind was so intense they never opened the Tram. Took the chair (which ends on the same ridge line as the Tram) and got dropped off into a "white hell." The only direction we were sure of was down. Couldn't see the ground, and every so often the wind simply blew me over. About 300 feet lower, the wind started to blow over us, and we actually were able to really ski again. Finished out the day on the lower lifts and areas. Snow kept coming and we got better and better in the powder. It was literally ski fast, or sink! We took Thursday off as planned. We needed the rest, and nursed our wounds. It amazed us that down in Salt Lake, it was in the 40's and simply raining lightly. Since it also kept snowing all day Thursday, we decided we had to get some "Fat Boys" for the next two days. On Friday we went to Brighton. It was GLORIOUS! The sun had come out, the temps were in the 40's, and the three-day fresh snow total was about 49 inches (on top of a mid mountain snow pack that was already at 75 inches). The powder boards I had rented made my day. I felt like I could fly. They have very little side cut, and you just have to go back to a more traditional style of turning with more emphasis on weighting and unweighting. We were giddy, whooping and yelling as we careened down the steeps (If you haven't experienced it, a Utah Double Black is something to behold!) In no time at all, we were in the trees. I now understand why there are tracks through and between anything wide enough for a human body to fit through. Also, some of the locals were jumping off ridiculous heights. From one of the lifts, we saw a local do at least a 60-foot jump and ski right out of his landing. It was like being in the middle of a Warren Miller Movie. You can (and people do) ski anything that is "inbounds." Trails exist, but only for the tourists. Due to the snow totals and the consequent avalanche danger the "back country gates" were closed. Of course, a couple of bozos didn't listen, and got caught in an avalanche in an area between BRIGHTON and SOLITUDE. Even though his buddy found him, and dug him out, one of the guys didn't make it. We watched the rescue chopper from one of the lifts as we rode up. The entire Big and Little Cottonwood Canyon region sounded like a war zone from the guns and charges they were tossing to break loose the dangers cornices and overloaded slopes. In some cases, the patrol guys just rode up the lift chairs and tossed timed charges into the snow pack as they moved. Brighton has night skiing and they even have lights on some of the steepest slopes and bowls, so we skied until about 6:30 PM. On Saturday we made a bad mistake. Unknown to us, SNOWBIRD had apparently had some sort of "fill up at Sinclair 4 times, and get a Two For One Ticket." Add the incredible amount of snow to beautiful weather, and a lot of people show up. We went back to SNOWBIRD because we hadn't skied Mineral Basin due to the closures on Wednesday. We finally found some lifts that had little or no lines, and still managed to exhaust ourselves by 4 PM. We later spoke with some people who had gone to Solitude, and they had never had a line. Oh well, 3 out of 4 ain't bad. We then went back to our hotel in town, soaked in the hot tub for about a half hour, showered, went to dinner, and then took the “Red-eye” home at midnight. Landed back in “reality” at 5:45 AM and found ourselves home. Needless to say, we are plotting furiously on doing it again. It’s easy for me since I am retired, but my buddy works, and has a fiancé to deal with. I guess I’ll have to find a new “Buddy,” because you just don’t ski in locations and conditions like that by yourself. :beer:
Did the JET BLUE thing to SLC ($309 round trip for BOTH) with my buddy on Monday (12/6). Got to ALTA around 9:30 AM Tuesday and it was already snowing hard. By about 2:00 PM there was at least 12 inches on the ground and the drifts were about waist deep. Got lost (visibility about 50 feet) and skied into a gully. Caught a tail on a bump, flipped head over heels backward, went head first into the snow. Nearly "drowned" when I started aspirating snow. Luckily I had lost one ski and managed to backstroke back to the surface. Very scary stuff! By Wednesday AM the snow total was 29" inches at SNOWBIRD. We were literally waist deep in the trees! It was an awesome feeling for us "Easterners." Wind was so intense they never opened the Tram. Took the chair (which ends on the same ridge line as the Tram) and got dropped off into a "white hell." The only direction we were sure of was down. Couldn't see the ground, and every so often the wind simply blew me over. About 300 feet lower, the wind started to blow over us, and we actually were able to really ski again. Finished out the day on the lower lifts and areas. Snow kept coming and we got better and better in the powder. It was literally ski fast, or sink! We took Thursday off as planned. We needed the rest, and nursed our wounds. It amazed us that down in Salt Lake, it was in the 40's and simply raining lightly. Since it also kept snowing all day Thursday, we decided we had to get some "Fat Boys" for the next two days. On Friday we went to Brighton. It was GLORIOUS! The sun had come out, the temps were in the 40's, and the three-day fresh snow total was about 49 inches (on top of a mid mountain snow pack that was already at 75 inches). The powder boards I had rented made my day. I felt like I could fly. They have very little side cut, and you just have to go back to a more traditional style of turning with more emphasis on weighting and unweighting. We were giddy, whooping and yelling as we careened down the steeps (If you haven't experienced it, a Utah Double Black is something to behold!) In no time at all, we were in the trees. I now understand why there are tracks through and between anything wide enough for a human body to fit through. Also, some of the locals were jumping off ridiculous heights. From one of the lifts, we saw a local do at least a 60-foot jump and ski right out of his landing. It was like being in the middle of a Warren Miller Movie. You can (and people do) ski anything that is "inbounds." Trails exist, but only for the tourists. Due to the snow totals and the consequent avalanche danger the "back country gates" were closed. Of course, a couple of bozos didn't listen, and got caught in an avalanche in an area between BRIGHTON and SOLITUDE. Even though his buddy found him, and dug him out, one of the guys didn't make it. We watched the rescue chopper from one of the lifts as we rode up. The entire Big and Little Cottonwood Canyon region sounded like a war zone from the guns and charges they were tossing to break loose the dangers cornices and overloaded slopes. In some cases, the patrol guys just rode up the lift chairs and tossed timed charges into the snow pack as they moved. Brighton has night skiing and they even have lights on some of the steepest slopes and bowls, so we skied until about 6:30 PM. On Saturday we made a bad mistake. Unknown to us, SNOWBIRD had apparently had some sort of "fill up at Sinclair 4 times, and get a Two For One Ticket." Add the incredible amount of snow to beautiful weather, and a lot of people show up. We went back to SNOWBIRD because we hadn't skied Mineral Basin due to the closures on Wednesday. We finally found some lifts that had little or no lines, and still managed to exhaust ourselves by 4 PM. We later spoke with some people who had gone to Solitude, and they had never had a line. Oh well, 3 out of 4 ain't bad. We then went back to our hotel in town, soaked in the hot tub for about a half hour, showered, went to dinner, and then took the “Red-eye” home at midnight. Landed back in “reality” at 5:45 AM and found ourselves home. Needless to say, we are plotting furiously on doing it again. It’s easy for me since I am retired, but my buddy works, and has a fiancé to deal with. I guess I’ll have to find a new “Buddy,” because you just don’t ski in locations and conditions like that by yourself. :beer: