Not too long ago Dug pointed out that here in the Wasatch, even the avalanche forecasters are “poetical“. This morning as I read the daily avalanche reports that poetical nature was manifest once again:
There are those moments in life when you’re outside with good friends, or even alone, and you realize something has changed. The sun shines more brightly, the colors are more vibrant, the powder snow bottomless. It’s like a momentary glimpse of a rainbow just after a hard rain – and everyone looks at one another with smiles – and nothing needs to be said. We mark our lives by days like these. This was yesterday in the Wasatch.
For a moment I thought he was describing Obama’s inauguration day. (I jest!)
Indeed, as the pictures from yesterday prove, it was one of those great days in the mountains. But in the mountains the weather changes fast. And especially in the winter. Stable snow can become unstable within a few minutes of heavy snow and wind. What was safe yesterday is today sketchy and unreliable – so much so that the UAC has issued an avalanche warning for the central Wasatch range. However, hopefully the heavy snow will lead to more solid, fluffy, poetical ski days.
Singletrack? Who needs it?