Mother nature giving it to Utah!!!

Alta Patrol hard at work on the Gun tower

This past week has been a little like living in a war zone. It seems that our greatest alia , Mother Nature, has decided to wage war on the state of Utah. With huge storm totals of inconsistent snow densities, followed by ripping winds, and now sunny warm temps, it seems as though she has decided that Utah residents are going to have to learn to use some self control this season, much like our neighbors have to do every season in Colorado.

The week kicked off with an early morning wake up to beat the LLC closure and get early chair with Re Wikstrom, Paige Brady, and Pip Hunt. We were able to stand by while the Alta patrollers waged their war with mother nature. It was an incredible experience, to stand so close while they shot off round after round of chest pounding, ear ringing explosions into the adjacent mountain sides. After getting amped for the day with a little explosive energy boost, we had a great morning of shooting, powder, and as always great laughs.

Re Wikstrom letting her camera do the talking

While the backcountry remains an ominous landscape of usually popular lines that are still laying untouched, the inbounds ski has proven to be quite exceptional and if you can get to the resorts that aren’t hit as hard as others you will be hugely rewarded with tons of powder and fresh lines still awaiting a good slasher turn.

Page Brady (Right) Pip Hunt (left) enjoying the sounds of war

Yesterday, I went to Brighton to shoot with Steve Lloyd. It was the first time I had skied in sun shine since before my journey up to BC about three weeks ago. The skies were crystal clear and Weston Deutchlander, fellow Trew rider, Colter Hinchliffe, and I were out trying to get the shots.

We skied some killer sunny sky powder and Weston and Colter sessioned a sick natural kicker. The day ended with a sweet 35 footer  onto a relatively flat, but deep landing, or shall we say splat/ hot tub zone.

All and all a great week to be back in Utah!

Huge Winter Storm Drops 32" in 24 hrs. on Alta

I think it is safe to say that winter has finally hit Utah!
WIth 32 inches blanketing the mountains and 22 inches burying cars and homes in Park City, things are starting to look a lot more like christmas.

My day started at 7:30am when my phone started going off with friends eager to share the powder stoke. Thank god for those calls, because I had forgotten to set my alarm and was in bed sleeping the morning away.

I was a little tired from a late night, but the minute I opened my eyes and saw the snow piled over the porch, my lack of sleep was no match for my insane excitement.

I pulled on my clothes, went outside and started digging out of the house.

Whitney pulled up at 8am and we took off heading towards Little Cottonwood. We had survived the sketchy drive down Parley’s and up Little Cottonwood.

It was about 9:30 by the time we pulled up and to my surprise and excitement they weren’t loading the lifts yet. It seemed as though mother nature was trying to see how messed up she could make our snow pack and with a fully upside down pack every rollover was cracking. So we got our rightful place in line for the Wildcat lift and waited till they opened the lift at 11am.

It was well worth the wait! The snow was bottomless and not your typical Utah blower. It was a little firmer, which allowed it to feel as though you were getting a ton of energy out of each turn.

Everyone was popping off little hits, some were biting it. others were stomping everything.

It was a rad day to be on the hill! Can’t wait to do it all over today.

(Sorry for the lack of photos, I lost my camera but will have another one soon to keep the B log interesting)

Skiing Baldy Main Chute and Gun Sight up at Alta

Well, it had been a week since I last got to feel the cool touch of the snow graze across my face as I slash turns into the Wasatch white, but with a new deposit of 12″, I was feeling like it was time to return to the mountains and once again ramp up for the winter season.

Last week I had started early with my good friend Whitney. We hiked up Collins, hit Baldy shoulder, then continued on up.

For those of you who have done the skin to Main Chute, you may know that it is the last 500ft of steep, wind scoured, sharp kick turn, switch backs that really kick you in the ass. I, however did not know that was the case and this being my first Main chute approach was sorely disapointed to see and feel the continual reminder of my inept kick turn abilities.

But after many slips back wards, awkward ballet esque moves and the many swear words muttered under my scarf, we made it to the top. I would like to say we did all of that hard work for first tracks, or even fresh tracks, however that was simply not the case. Whitney and I reached the top and peered over the edge to see a skied out first 1/3 of the chute.

After figuring who would drop in first and taking the oh so important “summit” photo I dropped in. The top left much to be desired, in terms of soft snow, but the trade off of knowing that the chute was well filled in and snow sharks would be less prevalent was a nice reprise from the past five outings, where every turn made was another chance at getting your cores ripped out from under you.

Gun Sight

All and all Baldy chute ended up being quite tasty and as I dropped into the last 2/3 of the chute I was actually hitting some pillows of fresh powder that reaffirmed the worth of the rough skin to the top.

No sooner was I feeling my oats and starting to feel good about the snow pack, I entered into the Ballroom apron and with a shit eating grin on my face and “WooHoos!!” uncontrollably pouring out of my mouth, I was loving the seemingly deep snow. It was then that I was torn from all my glory and thrown cart-wheeling world hitting rocks and snow alike.

I came to a stop and as a lif a light bulb went off, realized how little snow there really was and how incredibly dangerous it was to ski under these limited conditions. I guess one could say the tumble got me scared enough to realize that possibly I had been a bit over zealous. So with my tail tucked between my legs I decided to head down and wait till at least another 12″ of fresh blanketed the Wasatch.

Weston Blowing it up!!

So, last night I watched the slow moving system approach and realized that the Cottonwoods were looking at receiving 10 inches (which was close enough).

I jumped into to my truck at 5:15am met up with my buddy, Weston Deutschlander and we headed over to LCC.

Me, Just Loving life Photo: Jim Harris

The Alta website said they were closed to uphill traffic, but that the summer road would be open as well as Greeley bowl. So we headed up that way. Ran into a large group of backcountry.com employes getting some turns in before heading to work for the day. One of those people was my friend Jim Harris. We all skinned to the ridge of Gun sight. Weston and I decided to hit the Chute while the others skied the open face skiers left.

photo: Jim Harris

As we de- skinned and geared up for the descent, Weston and I discussed the avalanche conditions and decided that our real concern was not the snow pack but the likely hood of Sharks and recognized that we did not want this to be a season ending run, so we put our tele pride to the side and decided to make alpine turns.

Weston dropped in first and with deep pitched hoots and hollers I could see that it was going to be good! I dropped in next and it was deep. I got face shots even while making alpine turns! It was beautiful and tasty.

The next pitch was equally bottomless. Weston and I got to the bottom, looked at each other and in a no brainer of a decision threw our skins back on and went for another lap.

Weston getting the shot at the cost of sacrifice a very sacred area. Photo: Jim Harris

The second lap was great and Jim Harris was kind enough to join us and shoot some pics.

All in all it was a great day... well morning really, as we were back at the truck by 10:30am. But none the less, another day that has left me chomping at the bit for mother nature to burry our mountains.

photo: Jim Harris