So we last left off with the cruddy weather in Tahoe.. and it stayed that way. We thought that after a day it would clear up and we’d get a nice powder day, or at least a day with no rain. No luck, though. We attempted to get to Northstar and make the best of it. The days always begin with snowing but somewhere along the 6 miles of driving to Northstar, it melted to rain. Trying to be optimistic, we bought our lift tickets and made our way to the outrageous gondola line. By the time we took one solid run, it had been two hours. Even the most optimistic person would say screw this and leave. The last straw was when the resort decided to close all the upper lifts, which left about two lifts open. It was a good call on their part considering we had a tree fall on the run as we were going down. I wasn’t about to leave without a refund, so I got my money back. Even though Northstar was a bust, we can still say we technically rode it but then got the hell outa there.
We were doing exactly the opposite of what most riders would do. Heading away from the storm. The day after we left Mammoth, they got dumped on with nine feet of pow. Both good and bad for us. Bad because we could have ridden there if we had stayed, but good because my car would have never made it out alive in that snow. Same thing apparently happened in Tahoe; a couple of days after we left, the skies and roads were cleared for the blue sky days and epic riding.
Utah was absolutely no disappointment though. We were down to our last days out on the road and were heading to Utah. I have heard copious amounts of good things about The Canyons and made it a point to stop there. I wish I would have known the snow would be so epic in Utah and I would have spent my entire two weeks there. I have never ridden anything like it before. It was as deep (or deeper) than Mammoth but it wasn’t as much as a struggle to maneuver. I found some gnarly tree runs thanks to an insider’s tip (Thanks Kyle) Chair Ninety Nine 90 hosted probably some of the best runs of my life. The great thing about Utah is that the snow contains maybe 5% water so the pow is as light as air. It’s like I finally understand what the chase of powder is like. Michigan holds nothing compared to these places. Kids here can’t even imagine this type of riding back home. As I like to call them, they have “3-song-runs” as in.. you can listen up to three songs on your ipod before you reach the bottom. In Michigan, you get five minutes on the lift and thirty seconds down. Fail.
“At one point, I was nipple deep!” – Andrew Casali
Utah takes the cake, for the win. One more diary coming up from Brighton soon! I have a number of photos from Brighton I’ll throw up here. I felt it was important to take photos, yes, but also I was trying to get my riding in and take advantage of the moment.