So many consecutive 40-ish degree days can only mean Spring is rearing it's ugly head and our days of deep and soft are coming to an end. The powder snob in me has mostly learned to clam up when my non skiing comrades start pissing on about the mud, the new snow, the cold, etc. The hunt is on for those ever dwindling stashes of hold out freshies.
After a relatively wind-free winter, those westerly breezes are saving the day. Here are a few photos of the last 4 days on the Southern tip of the Pioneers.
Monday, conditions were pretty demoralizing on the way up Fly-boy ridge but the stuff blown into Recovery bowl was worth several laps.
We remotely triggered a good portion of the top of this bowl two days earlier and skied through the debris while it was still soft. On the second lap the snow had built up again and we decided to find safer snow. Some time that night it let go again blasted all the way to the bottom. the skiing was still good near the edges on Tuesday
Wednesday, Sticking the landing on Taco
Thursday, Eric Taking a well earned break on lap 7 at the top of Chicken Run. The wind seemed to have no influence on his mood.