Sharon
New member
As I sit here in the passenger seat while Bubba drives my tired ass home, my quads twitch and my back aches and a kink in my neck, I realize that the Utards are a bunch of powderpuffs. I skied 12 days in Utah on perfect conditions and wide open spaces with only 2 minor hip-to-snow checks and only minor calf soreness. Four deep days in the tight trees and thigh deep powder and windy storminess of Jay Peak kicked my ass.
I know that Admin could not last more than 2 hours at Jay Peak (anymore), Skidog would not be able to turn those Goats around those tight trees and MarcC would know all the names of each locale on the mountain but would be hampered by the lack of cul-de-sacs, sidewalks and fine eateries. Powderpuffs, I tell ya. Skiing in Utah will soften the most hardened skiers.
This morning was colder and windier so the tram didn't run again, nor did the flyer. We started off the Bonnie in my favorite off-map stash, every turn untracked creamy wind topped soft snow. The best snow was to be found off the Jet, and was least wind affected out Timbuktu and beyond. The snow was thigh deep and there were plenty of fresh untracked shots to keep us coming back for more. After a number of laps there we were lured into the Dip as the prospects of more continuous, deep untracked lines were inevitable. A cell phone call mobilized Bubba to bring the Subie out to pick us up.
Bubba saw me ski the last pitch and said I looked tired. This trip I really skied myself into the ground and it was totally awesome.
I know that Admin could not last more than 2 hours at Jay Peak (anymore), Skidog would not be able to turn those Goats around those tight trees and MarcC would know all the names of each locale on the mountain but would be hampered by the lack of cul-de-sacs, sidewalks and fine eateries. Powderpuffs, I tell ya. Skiing in Utah will soften the most hardened skiers.
This morning was colder and windier so the tram didn't run again, nor did the flyer. We started off the Bonnie in my favorite off-map stash, every turn untracked creamy wind topped soft snow. The best snow was to be found off the Jet, and was least wind affected out Timbuktu and beyond. The snow was thigh deep and there were plenty of fresh untracked shots to keep us coming back for more. After a number of laps there we were lured into the Dip as the prospects of more continuous, deep untracked lines were inevitable. A cell phone call mobilized Bubba to bring the Subie out to pick us up.
Bubba saw me ski the last pitch and said I looked tired. This trip I really skied myself into the ground and it was totally awesome.