April 03, 2001
When Powder Pigs Can Fly
And fly they did today, as locals invoking the sacred 20 cm rule came out of
the wood work and seemed to be the dominant force on the hill. As you might
imagine there are a lot of folks here that are pretty passionate about their
powder and certainly able to make use of it when it comes, so there were a lot
of spectacular turns happening out there today. On the other hand I don't know
that I would have wanted to have been in town looking for a coffee. One overheard
conversation went like - Voice1: 'Geez, you're here too! We must all be here.
Who's manning the phones?' Voice2: 'I dunno, I guess no one.'
Avalanche control was a major issue of course and the morning started with everyone confined to the infamous Fernie triangle, but Cedar Ridge opened mid morning as did the stuff off of Siberia Ridge. Both were spectacular, but to my surprise the run of the day, and hence year, was down the Morning Glory trees. Too short to be sure, but the mix of pitch, glading and surprisingly deep snow only marked by a couple of tracks where I headed down, combined into a nearly perfect powder junkies rush. Ahhh!
At twenty to three it is just below freezing at the house with a few flakes