2001, heavy January or February snowfall at Loveland Basin. I had just returned to the mountains after spending some time in Colorado Springs doing the IT thing.
Lift 9 was basically brand new and I caught a real early chair up on a bluebird day. It was a 12 or 14inch morning and I cut fresh all the way down Patrol Bowl. I felt like a dolphin cutting in and out, bouncing and flying.
Hit the headwall and dropped the 30ft straight into so.much.powder. Rode it out like a hero. Heard the cheers from the lift and man, that was the best feeling EVER. It was the best run of my life and I’ve had epic days at Vail, Breck and Copper also. Nothing like that first run that bluebird morning though.
edit: 2001 was an incredible year in the Colorado mountains. That was the year of the “St. Patty’s blizzard”. I lived in Lawson that winter (little wide spot on I-70) and that blizzard put literally 6ft of snow in my front yard. I’m 6ft tall and it was as tall as I was. I shoveled us out three times that night so we wouldn’t get trapped in the cabin with it’s opening-out front door and no porch roof to speak of. No one went skiing for days after that blizzard but we did get to ride snow machines up and down I-70. Made sure the neighbors were alright, dug out a volunteer firefighter’s truck in case he got a call, ate a lot of chili. Good times and the favorite memories of my life.
2001, heavy January or February snowfall at Loveland Basin. I had just returned to the mountains after spending some time in Colorado Springs doing the IT thing.
Lift 9 was basically brand new and I caught a real early chair up on a bluebird day. It was a 12 or 14inch morning and I cut fresh all the way down Patrol Bowl. I felt like a dolphin cutting in and out, bouncing and flying.
Hit the headwall and dropped the 30ft straight into so.much.powder. Rode it out like a hero. Heard the cheers from the lift and man, that was the best feeling EVER. It was the best run of my life and I’ve had epic days at Vail, Breck and Copper also. Nothing like that first run that bluebird morning though.
edit: 2001 was an incredible year in the Colorado mountains. That was the year of the “St. Patty’s blizzard”. I lived in Lawson that winter (little wide spot on I-70) and that blizzard put literally 6ft of snow in my front yard. I’m 6ft tall and it was as tall as I was. I shoveled us out three times that night so we wouldn’t get trapped in the cabin with it’s opening-out front door and no porch roof to speak of. No one went skiing for days after that blizzard but we did get to ride snow machines up and down I-70. Made sure the neighbors were alright, dug out a volunteer firefighter’s truck in case he got a call, ate a lot of chili. Good times and the favorite memories of my life.