The fat rockers are hungry for some sick pow.
As my ski buddies know, E Dub likes him some powder. This morning, I woke up around 5:30 and checked my phone for the early ski report. Five inches of new snow sounded good enough. I texted a retired friend, who I knew wouldn't get up early enough, and went back to bed. But I was at Snowy Range Ski Area before the lifts opened, riding up the chair behind one ski patrolman.
I followed his tracks to the backside, where I got first tracks on my favorite slopes - Crazy Horse and Shoshone. I skied a couple other runs then returned to Crazy Horse to lay down second and third tracks on it. After more runs on other slopes, I checked The Horse and there were still just three tracks on it. So I added a fourth. A few more runs elsewhere, and Crazy Horse still hadn't seen another skier, so I added a fifth track.
Four sets of tracks on Crazy Horse - all mine.
About a half hour later, I again skied over to The Horse to find that a snowboarder had defiled my tracks. But it was tough to get upset about the intrusion on the run that has been renamed Crazy E Dub.
As a bonus, headed back to the frontside around noon, I noticed nobody had hit the 5-meter ski jump, a relic of the days when the university had a ski team. The 5-meter is probably the narrowest, steepest powder shot at Snowy Range, and usually one skier is all it takes to track it out. Today, that one skier was me.
The fat rockers size up the 5-meter ski jump.
Judging by the weather forecast, this will be the last powder day of the season. It was one for the books. #powderquest2019
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