When we arrived we walked right past the optimistic hopefuls in the mile-long tram line and chose to ride waist deep snow through the singles line at AV all morning. By 1:00 we were toasted and ready to go home when all of the sudden the gondi opened, the boots went back on and up we went!
Nate, thigh deep. Keep in mind he's 6'3 and wearing fat skis!Now I love mountain biking, but there's just something about powder skiing that hits a unique euphoria button in the brain. Cruising down a slope in chest deep powder is a feeling that could never, ever get old. It was so deep that Nate and I skied with beacons and packs and never let each other get out of sight. It was the kind of day that if you fell into a tree well or simply fell at all, it would be really easy to get buried and suffocate. Hehehehehehe....
After endless over-the-shoulder powder laps, we tried to drive home to get to a Christmas party. But, no dice. The pass closed at 4:00pm so we stayed slope-side at a friend's condo in the Village for the evening. Our neighbor Bill, another pass refuge, ended up there as well, so we spent the evening sharing stories of the epic day over an amazing Christmas dinner of sushi and saporro. The Village set an all-time record of the most amount of snow in the shortest amount of time (3" an hour at some points) and Bill (who's been skiing the Village for 30 years) said it was the best day he's ever had there. Now that's a very merry Christmas!
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