Lets face it, last season for the most part was a bust. From storms that wouldn’t come, to overly hot winter months, it was depressing. However, there were a few good days riddled in between the lot of terrible ones.
A random day in March came along and I was invited to shred the schizophrenic mountain of Snowbird, Utah. This mountain is the epitome of steep and deep. It is also equally known for its intense wind and quickly tracked out powder days. In short, you have to be hungry to get the goods at “The Bird.”
After staying up far too late playing Skate 3, we somehow woke up at a fairly decent time to hit the mountain. After rounding everyone up, we headed to Little Cottonwood Canyon near Salt Lake City. About a mile away from the canyon, the hungry Salt Lake locals had shown up in droves. With the canyon still being cleared of avalanche danger, we were pumped to see what The Bird had waiting for us. With this many people however, we were worried that the fresh tracks would be swallowed up by the avid locals.
After roughly an hour, we were to the parking lot. It was going to be good.
Run after run proved testament to Snowbirds greatness. Every turn sprayed champagne powder so far that it became apparent, that following someone closer than 50 feet was not possible. The light snow and relatively bluebird sky made for a truly magical day. With being behind a computer screen and stuck at the university, my legs were not built for the endurance that my crew’s were.
Every lap was so satisfying that we did not want to stop, but every lap I felt like my body was inching toward collapse. With some of the most memorable riding at Snowbird, we rode until we felt like throwing up. We rode until we were satisfied.