Blue sky and powder. That's the holy grail of skiing. That's what we got today--the best Christmas gift I could imagine. We don't get that a lot in Oregon; it's usually a total white out, or worse yet... the dreaded rain on snow.
What an amazing day, what an amazing place.
Diane had fun.
Dylan had fun too.
Kayla, our daughter, wasn't here. She's still in Steamboat living the dream of being a poor rider bum.
The snow report claimed 12" of fresh pow; it felt a lot more like 18" in the trees that I usually inhabit. You know it's getting good when you get face shots.
Dylan got to test out the new experimental banana board today (more on that later). Reverse camber and built by monkeys somewhere near Canada in the US. How can he go wrong?
He can't.
No way, when you know how.
I was also enjoying it.
There's nothing like skiing through the trees in powder. It's indescribable... What a rush to turn into the trees and be able to cut turns all the way down a 35-degree slope with impunity. The trees flowing by, the snow flying up every time you step into the next turn. Turn after turn, until you reach the bottom.
And then do it again.
love the photo between...
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"No, way, when you know how."
i'm in crappy, icy, flat, polluted, sad chicago...at least i can pretend i'm with you guys....aaaaarrrrgh!