I haven't written much lately or felt inspired, but as Stephen King said, "Amateurs sit and wait for inspiration. The rest of us just get up and go to work." Over the weekend, Collin and I took our first full day of riding this season and ever, together. We put Olin in Snow Bear Camp first thing in the morning and were one chair behind first tracks.
I had been waiting for my first deep snow of the west and dreaming of what pow to the face truly felt like. It felt odd not having my little sidekick/ partner in crime with me, though it was nice to have a parent date out on the snow. Our first run down the back side of the mountain was a great warm up. It hadn't started snowing, yet, and there were zero lines at the lift. Angel Fire Resort is a great place to hide from people between the holidays and still get your snow fix.
We took a few more laps and decided to hike to some new terrain. We walked until our feet started sinking in snow and scoped out a glory hole. No people, no lines, and all the knee-deep powder. I had to pinch myself. We took in the views before the clouds socked us in and tried to strap in without sinking. Once feet were latched to board, I followed Collin down my first true powder run. It felt like I was flying until I hit a baby pine tree and wiped out butt-first into a sea of powder.
I was stuck and never happier about it. My face was numb, but I'm pretty sure I couldn't have stopped smiling if I had watched the saddest chick flick in the history of Netflix. I dug myself back into standing position and pointed the Roxy's nose straight down. Collin was at the bottom by now, and I surfed back and forth through the most sugary snow I had ever ridden in my life. Bliss City. I ran my fingers alongside the snow, cruising between baby pines. After riding up to Collin, I just kept telling him on repeat that it was the best day of my life (other than 4-22-17 of course).
It was an awesome day. After a quick lunch break, we started getting dumped on by the buckets. It was like Zeus was chilling up in the clouds with really bad dandruff and couldn't stop scratching his head. Flakes fell so thick and fast that you could stick your tongue out at any second riding down the mountain and catch them. The refills kept coming, and the turns on Fat City were golden. Free refills for days, and our day was coming to an end.
We wrapped up our parent's day out with a can-fresh PBR and picked up our future shredder. I was as stoked to see her as I was about the snow. Can't wait until she can join us on the mountain.
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