You might have noticed that I’ve not posted much about this winter. I’ll be honest – it’s not been an ideal year for crowing about those 2-4 foot Sierra storms that leave nothing but grinning skiers in their wake. Certainly the ski resorts have been able to make a lot of decent snow to cover the groomers (and I’m grateful they have). But it’s been the year to travel for backcountry turns, which we have done. That does get expensive, especially when one has a season pass and a home in what usually is a pretty awesome ski destination. So we’ve made lemonade out of the situation, skiing the resorts because that’s where the snow has been, enjoying more early afternoon beers with friends than I typically do, and generally trying to chill the F out about things that I cannot control.
But after a few late-in-coming storms, it finally feels like winter, assuming you’re at the ski resorts or up above 7500 feet. Upper elevations are surprisingly well covered, considering that the lower elevations and lake level have little to no snow left. I had heard that conditions at Kirkwood were good, and confirmed that over the weekend. Let’s just say that if you looked carefully you could find chalky snow and ski lines that you didn’t think would be possible this season.
That said, I’d be happy if March lived up to its ‘Miracle’ name of yore, both for my personal desire to have some powder turns as well as the state’s painful need to combat the drought. The storm that’s forecast to arrive later this week certainly helps, but we need more.
Since this whole snow dancing thing didn’t work to well in my favor (I danced, I swear), I’ve turned to drinking for snow, which is inherently more enjoyable.
Who wants to join me?