…this good.
…and this good:
On my last lift ride up on John Paul I saw a patroller hiking up to the gate. I called down to him from the lift and asked if he was going to open it to which he replied “Maybe” with a quirky smile. Just as we crested the last rise I caught a glimpse of him pulling the closed sign to open. It was game on.
Since it was basically deserted, we were first through the gates and had one of those moments that we who slide on snow live for – untracked lines, 2-3 buddies, nobody around so there’s no hurry, and deep dry powder for as far as you can see below.
The images in my mind of seeing my friends get face shot after face shot with hoots heard over my shoulder as I too indulged will not soon be forgotten.
And what’s a day of pow without The Point: (Nick does the honors while Shawn drops in)
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