On Monday morning, my alarm went off at 3:15am. My mind groggy, but stoked for powder turns. Given that I just returned from a week-long trip to the San Juans, I was poised for a single-day, roundtrip, commando run from Boulder. Coffee brewed, music playlist in the queue, I hit the road and travelled up I-70 through light snow. The sun came up somewhere near Kremmling. As I drove up and over Rabbit Ears Pass and descended into Steamboat, clouds hung low in the valley, a site we rarely see in the Colorado Front Range.
The skiing was good and the group's stoke excellent. Though the runs were mostly skied out from the weekend travelers, the trees just kept on giving all day. Knee deep in places. With those conditions, wasn't a difficult decision to go full throttle through the Shadows aspens or anywhere else for that matter. This trip, I was amazed at the amount of deadfall in the trees that the resort seemingly doesn't mitigate in the summer, which gave me several mini heart attacks as I hit pillowed features, only to be surprised with 10 and 15 foot unexpected drops on the other end. The deep conditions made it all good though.
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| Gourgeous rime ice on mature alpine spruce. |
With tired legs, we hit apres-ski at the front side bar, then took the party back to the condo for the usual scotch and cigars. Nice work, gentlemen.
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