Repeat
Like most nights before a day of skiing, I wasnt getting much sleep.
That week Jackson Hole shut down due to a crazy winter storm?
Needless to say, I was really looking forward to the next day.
Get to Rocky before the rangers so we can delay buying an annual pass for a few more days.
Arrive at the Bear Lake trailhead.
Skin up around the Dream Lake Chutes.
Eventually the melatonin overwhelmed my racing mind, and I somehow nodded off.
I was greeted by the harsh vibration of metal on plastic as my phone buzzed next to me.
Soon enough, my buddy Chris arrived with his trusty minivan Phillip.
Boots, packs, poles, and skis (good job Luke!)
all got loaded in, and we set off.
The dark ride went by quickly.
We still remained hopeful even after passing a wet and pow-less ranger station.
Stepping out of the car, we were greeted with a dismal centimeter of snow.
The noise of the Parks snow plow loudly scraping dry pavement didnt exactly improve our mood.
I look at my phone: April 1st.
“Hey Luke, how many cm’s of snow did we get?”
I bet the freezing line is just a little bit higher.
They probably already plowed the parking lot, thats why there wasnt any snow.
However, the higher we went, the quicker that optimism faded.
Thankfully, after an eerie crossing of Emerald Lake, the clouds finally started to break up.
Also, this wasnt even my first choice, this was a backup plan, an afterthought.
A couple things about this statement stood out to me.
Im about to ski down a couloir I climbed last year.
But there I was.
This wasnt even my first choice, this was a backup plan.
So no, I didnt get hella-pitted in blower pow that day.
I didnt stop midway through a run to wipe all the snow off my goggles from all the faceshots.
Nope, none of that stuff happened that day.
