Yesterday I took the day off and hit Kirkwood with Nils. With over a foot of new snow in 24 hours, and double that in the past 2 days, we figured it would make for a good day. It actually made for a surprisingly epic day, with knee to thigh deep blower powder, face shots, and not a lot of people to share it with.
Powder of this sort makes for soft landings, and Nils encouraged me to try a few steeper aspects that I typically don’t do. With soft runouts, near-cliffy stuff is surprisingly fun, and I now understand the appeal.
Make no mistake, I’m still a gaper at heart, and I proved that in spades on a traverse out to the Palisades earlier in the day. Somehow I managed to fly off the traverse at speed, cratering just below the track. I think I caught one of my phat ski edges on the uphill side of the track, and it happened too fast for me to make any attempt at recovery. Luckily I provided some amusement for the folks behind me, though Nils was too far back to actually see the fail in action.
Feeling like a class A rookie, I insisted we go back on the next run so I could redeem myself and get through the traverse without wiping out. I did, and was as proud of that ‘accomplishment’ as any other of the day’s firsts.