It’s about as reliable as grapevine bud burst, chocolate eggs at Easter, and the confused look on my face every 7 or so minutes during an episode of Lost. A huge Mt Bachelor spring storm, that is. And this one was a real biggie ….
We arrived at the hill around noon Friday. At least a foot of light fluffy snow had fallen that morning, true Oregon cold smoke. Only the front side lifts were open, but even with limited terrain, competing for fresh lines with about 100 other people was not really a problem. We skied like maniacs ‘til last lift in the continuing storm, content in the knowledge there’d be more of the same tomorrow.
And there was. Well over 2 feet has settled on the west side of this extinct volcano, all which had remained inaccessible on Friday. Some big early lift lines at Pine Marten and a painful 30 minute-er at Northwest mid morning slowed us down a little, leading to frustration between face shots. But early lunch tactics had the usual miraculous effect of clearing the mountain, leaving as many people as Obama supporters at Tea Party Rally. We lapped Northwest all afternoon, gorging on deep, epic freshies on the infinite lines above and through the trees above Sparks Lake. It was the deepest, and one of the best days of the season.
Sunday brought a few more inches, and a frighteningly cold, biting wind that froze the soul on rides up the Northwest Express. We staved off hypothermia though, enjoying some quite perfect snow conditions both on and off groomed.
Quite a weekend indeed 😉
Friday 5000m vert, Saturday 8100m vert, Sunday 8800m vert
58 days: 452,300m vert
19 powder days