It was a classic day amongst a blur of adventure. The weather forecast left little to be expected. Grey was the outlook of the day, and a possibility of snow. I drove to Snowbasin under high grey clouds that appeared to be able to go either way. I was not optimistic. I hooked up with an old friend and touring partner, Wes Knopfel. I was on the gondola when he called me. I had a lap or two under my belt for the morning. The mountains had received about 4 inches of what we call, "Basin Butter". It is a thick dense snow that blankets the surface with a butter like consistency. The key to skiing the butter is to find slopes that have smooth bed surfaces from before the storm. Luckily for us, Snowbasin is plentiful with big clean smooth slopes. The visibility was still low, but my hopes were lifting with the clouds. At about 10:30am the grey began to break. Wes and I were ready. We laughed as we rode up Strawberry gondola about the sunshine poking through with increasing momentum. The gift of bluebird skies was a welcomed surprise.
familiar faces, in familiar places...
I have been on the road for a long time this winter. I have been crisscrossing the ski world for the last two months. I am thankful for all the wild and crazy experiences. However, the flip side of the card is being at home with my wife, my dog, hometown friends, and my local mountains. The first order of business after a kiss from the wife was her charge to get the dog out in the snow to run off some pent up energy. Then it was to change the sheets in the guest room for an old friend of mine that was coming into town to ride some mountains.
Big Mountain Competition, Grand Targhee...
Big mountain competitions are where I got my start in this crazy life I lead. I went to a competition at Crested Butte back in the day and did well enough to start picking up sponsor support. Ever since that first year I have been in love with the competition scene. So much of my ski world came together as a result of the friends and experiences I made at competitions. As such, I am an ardent supporter of them to this day. I have evolved into the cagey old veteran in this professional freeheel game. I am no longer willing to throw down in any conditions like competition skiers must do. All that aside I am honored to be a judge at the competitions now. It is a thankless and surprisingly difficult job, but I am stoked to give back to the game that gave so much to me.
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