A bit sad, but with some relief, it was season's end on lift serve skiing at the local bump
We have had three days of glorious spring conditions with all the corn and bumps one could desire.
Today was a bit lackluster, no bar-b-q on the back deck, No rowdy music at the summit. It must have been the clouds.
I managed to ski our steeps, run the bumps, poach the favorite closed trails , and even hike out from the "south Side" after bumping down pristine corn. (well worth the steps back up and out even if I could have called for a snow machine ride out)
Trail sweep was a mix of missed checks and arms full of ropes and syn-boo as we made a effort at cleaning up the hill.
With arms full of ropes and poles, and piles of slush everywhere, I felt like my skiing was crap. 110% attention on every turn. Rain drops filled the lenses of my goggles. What an end!
Reaching the locker room, I pulled up the corn and slush adorned pant cuffs in order to kick off my ski boots one last time this season, only to realize I had neglected to buckle my boots or lock out the walk mode as I was leaving the summit building for sweep.. Doooh!
The last beers in the fridge were picked over and opened. (I got the last Sierra Nevada ale from the case I brought in on Friday)
Then someone popped the cork on a champagne bottle that an appreciative guest had given a year or two ago after we had "rescued" some family member long forgotten. Little sips all around. Huge smiles all Around
Then there were a few "phone photos" to compliment the group photo at the summit.
This patrol gig has it's moments....
'can't wait for next year
We have had three days of glorious spring conditions with all the corn and bumps one could desire.
Today was a bit lackluster, no bar-b-q on the back deck, No rowdy music at the summit. It must have been the clouds.
I managed to ski our steeps, run the bumps, poach the favorite closed trails , and even hike out from the "south Side" after bumping down pristine corn. (well worth the steps back up and out even if I could have called for a snow machine ride out)
Trail sweep was a mix of missed checks and arms full of ropes and syn-boo as we made a effort at cleaning up the hill.
With arms full of ropes and poles, and piles of slush everywhere, I felt like my skiing was crap. 110% attention on every turn. Rain drops filled the lenses of my goggles. What an end!
Reaching the locker room, I pulled up the corn and slush adorned pant cuffs in order to kick off my ski boots one last time this season, only to realize I had neglected to buckle my boots or lock out the walk mode as I was leaving the summit building for sweep.. Doooh!
The last beers in the fridge were picked over and opened. (I got the last Sierra Nevada ale from the case I brought in on Friday)
Then someone popped the cork on a champagne bottle that an appreciative guest had given a year or two ago after we had "rescued" some family member long forgotten. Little sips all around. Huge smiles all Around
Then there were a few "phone photos" to compliment the group photo at the summit.
This patrol gig has it's moments....
'can't wait for next year
