I told everyone that it was going to snow today. Instead, it was warm and sunny all day. Everyone loved the weather, but was hopelessly overdressed (except me, I don't listen to my forecasts). I considered trying to get off the hook by letting the others know that I was parroting the inaccurate National Weather Service forecast, but I wan't to preserve the ability to take credit for accurate forecasts in the future, so I decided to take the fall. It is supposed to snow overnight. Really.
Anyway, it was lovely spring skiing in February. Great, soft bumps on Bald Eagle and Falcon Park. In fact it was soft just about everywhere except Golden Eagle, the super steep site of the 1999 World Cup downhill. Dan and I had a white-knuckle side-slip down the ceramic first pitch and decided to cut over to a fluffy mogul slope next door. Ken's scalpel skis, however, cut into the hardpack "like butter," carving turns where we had found a frictionless surface. He went up for a second run. Alone.
Other skiers on Golden Eagle speculated that if you fell on the first pitch, it would be difficult to stop yourself from sliding down the whole face and over the embankment (Mom: Just kidding. Everyone but Mom: Seriously, I'm not kidding).
A slide show from today
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And the family worries about me sailing to the Bahamas or skiing 350 miles & over the Alaska Range. That is peanuts compared to that description of the ski slope! I raced a national championship (NORBA) race at Beaver Creek once - in the summer, on a bike, with brakes. Have Fun. sis
Terrific photos, narrative & the whole blog. My first visit to a blog!
The narrative is first rate, very interesting to read and contemplate the dangers involved. Such adventurous skiing requires great skill, strength, confidence, and personal courage.
George
21 Feb report from Alta from the Snowbird crew - Steep and deep (six inches last 24 hours).
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