Yesterday I went up to Sierra-at-Tahoe on my own, since N was sick in bed. I knew it was serious for him to miss a powder day of the 2 feet plus proportions, so I didn’t push him. Unbeknownst to me, the pass to South Lake Tahoe (Echo Summit) was closed for most of the morning, so there were verry few people there, and certainly no lift lines. Combine that with over two feet of snow, well, it was definitely a memorable day. And as word got round on the lifts that we were the lucky ones, the camaraderie and good cheer seemed to increase. Unlike many other powder days, there was no aggressiveness, no macho posturing, just a bunch of people really happy to be ripping it up in powder on a storm day.
If only all powder days were like that.