Spring is certainly here, but winter is still out there somewhere. You just have to find it. As more and more people begin to dress up like gapers and clowns at the resorts, it makes you feel like its time to buy a new bike (it is time to buy a new bike), but there is still some tracks to be made.
I hit the hills with two long time locals of Utah. These guys were working for Dick Bass when Karl Malone and Stockton still had a chance at winning the NBA finals. Hoping that Snowbird’s gates would be open to ski Pipeline, we were shut down. Eventually, we hopped out of bounds through the Tiger Tail gates and skinned up Brown Baldy. After a look at the Birthday Chutes, we decided to take several laps in No Name Bowl (every set of mountains has too many names to not have something called ‘No Name’).
After one session of turns and not a person around, we decided to continuously lap these chutes. It snowed last Wednesday and if all North to Northwest facing aspects were this good, I guarantee that others were enjoying this Saturday afternoon. Eventually, we skied down Scottie’s Bowl to the road.
White Room:
Dan the Austrian, looking over the thousands of citizens in Salt Lake City:
The Man on his way to AK (Alaska is what skiing out West is to the East, to the West):
