Sometimes, it’s hard to see that you NEED to go skiing. Like when there’s a ton of life issues that need to be taken care of, I forget that skiing is the great stress reliever, good for your health both physically and mentally, and although non-skiers don’t get it, something your brain needs. The motivation is tough for me to go solo. One of the life events the last week was Amigoette having foot surgery nipping the rest of her ski season and hopefully ending her pain, once rehab is over, of a recalcitrant foot bone. Said bone is now resting in the hospital medical waste bin - good riddance.

So I popped onto the New Short Commute this morning only to be greeted by a very large piece of earth moving equipment heading flatbed bound up 410 at 20 mph. When they finally pulled off, likely to do some clear cut logging road improvement, the rest of my unaffiliated Crystal commuters couldn’t find the GO pedal and took the next 20 miles to get up to speed. I almost made it to first chair…

Into the Mist

Into the Mist

But…. It was still hard to see that I needed to ski - literally. A thick, no very thick, fog obscured everything above 5,5,00’. Even Memorial’s trees weren’t enough to shed visibility. Doors One, Two, and 3.5 had a little vis. Even Door Three was too wide for the trees to improve my vision. The snow was nice packed powder interspersed with some styrosnow and pockets of loose fluff. BUT, a 3-day weekend of people in over their heads in thick fog had claimed the whole Frontside with continuous traverse lines. Made for a very choppy ride when you could see. And when you couldn’t.

View of Powder Bowl

View of Powder Bowl

Oh well, maybe Bear Pits. After a blind traverse, Bear Pits was steep enough, narrow enough, and treed enough that the hordes either stayed away or were locked out of traversing. Wohoo! So, I alternated Bear Pits and Outer Ferk’s for the rest of the day. I wanted to head north, maybe Exterminator, maybe Northway…. The fog actually grew thicker by the hour so I stuck to the snow and vis of BP and OF.

Never a lift wait, it was fly into the rope area at 20mph and right onto the next chair. Only rode with one other person all day, another Bear Pitter. Only saw a few other off-pisters, no other repeaters. Most of the crowd was families with youngsters out of school for the week. By late morning, they were all getting pizza and beer - the adults that is. Kids seem to be more into fries and coke.

So, I counted the Rex rides till I got to 15 and the fog got foggier, the weather got snowier, and the brain got lonelier. I’d done what needed to be done, turn the week’s stress into concentration on steep soft bumps, shove the worries aside so you don’t dig a tip or hit a tree, and for me anyway, use a large shot of adrenaline to calm the soul. A very quick drive home didn’t hurt either.

Ken