We loaded up my truck with our sleds and took off.
We showed up in Tahoe City to huge snow banks and trees caked with fluff.
These are good signs that it is deep in the mountains.
We crashed in the house where I grew up and rallied to the trailhead early the next morning.
There was even more snow than the night before and it was still coming down hard.
The snow was so deep we spent most of the day getting our snow machines unstuck.
We spent the next few days doing pretty much the same.
The snow was bottomless.
If you stepped off of your snowmobile you would sink in up to your chest.
The free laps were all time though.
One day a local friend took us to a cabin he had found way out in the backcountry.
It was so styled out.
The only problem was that the weather was socked in and dumping and we could hardly see the goods.
We ended up hitting some big cliffs and skiing some fun stuff anyway.
Our blue day finally arrived and we went to an amazing zone North of Lake Tahoe.
We pulled up to the trail in hopes that the snow had not gotten too warm and gone rotten.
Unfortunately, it had done just that.
The night before, it had rained all the way up to the high elevations.
Every aspect and face had a two-inch crust layer on it.
It was sad to see all that beautiful, deep snow go bad.
