Posted by on Mar 25, 2009 in Ski, Wasatch | No Comments

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?


  1. KanyonKris
    March 25, 2009

    “Singletrack? Who needs it?”

    You do, once the snow has melted.

  2. Grizzly Adam
    March 25, 2009

    True, true.

  3. Ed
    March 25, 2009

    “Singletrack? Who needs it?”

    You’re kidding right?


  4. Dave Harris
    March 25, 2009

    That avalanche report almost makes me think I’m missing out on something by choosing to live down here in the sunny, snowless, singletrack laden southern utah.


    Then I think about the new (yes, another new one!) trail we found today off of barrel roll, and how awesome a trail it is.

    Nah, I’m not missing a thing. I can always come visit in the winter, right?

  5. Grizzly Adam
    March 25, 2009

    I had no idea what I was missing. And its been right here under my nose.

    But of course I love, and will always love singletrack. And though I can’t wait for that next powder shot, in the back of my mind I am still jonesin’ for summer.

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