Blackcomb mountain opened today. Pollack and I walked onto the gondola at the crack of 9:35 only to find that Blackcomb was fully living up to it's derisive moniker: Rockcomb. There really wasn't enough coverage to ski, and after hitting a few rocks we called it quits.
Instead, we headed up good old Whistler mountain and hiked to Harmony bowl. I made tracks down a narrow chute in knee to thigh deep powder and Pollack hit a good line as well. The snow was so good we decided to spend 25 minutes bootpacking back to the top to ski new, equally epic lines before heading down. Our descent featured endless powder, no tracks, and I even skied some trees where I found more deep snow. Bottom line? I'm exhausted, exhilarated, and fully ready to work for a couple days to let my legs relax.
Pollack was skiing a narrow, center-mounted Volkl park kski that was about a foot to small for him (his skis are not yet mounted) so it was a feat to ski such deep snow. The highlight may have been his accidental 180 reverse-somersault maneuver that left me doubled over with laughter and him with powder in his pants.
Happy Thanksgiving to all!!
Instead, we headed up good old Whistler mountain and hiked to Harmony bowl. I made tracks down a narrow chute in knee to thigh deep powder and Pollack hit a good line as well. The snow was so good we decided to spend 25 minutes bootpacking back to the top to ski new, equally epic lines before heading down. Our descent featured endless powder, no tracks, and I even skied some trees where I found more deep snow. Bottom line? I'm exhausted, exhilarated, and fully ready to work for a couple days to let my legs relax.
Pollack was skiing a narrow, center-mounted Volkl park kski that was about a foot to small for him (his skis are not yet mounted) so it was a feat to ski such deep snow. The highlight may have been his accidental 180 reverse-somersault maneuver that left me doubled over with laughter and him with powder in his pants.
Happy Thanksgiving to all!!
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