As the howitzer shells dropped onto the northern slopes of Little Cottonwood Canyon, we dropped powder shots on the south side. Dug, Mark, Aaron, Ben and Nate. Ben dropped a cornice into the chute atop Scotties Bowl. Which on its own is not that remarkable. The front flip he did off that cornice, skied out of and grinned about while we skinned up for another lap was, on the other hand, quite remarkable.
And speaking of remarkable, today is April 16th. And it turned out to be one of the great powder days of the season. April 16th! The crew at the CC Snow Factory were put back to work for one last, massive powder dump before the mountains melt and the singletrack is revealed underneath the 15 feet of winter accumulation.
The morning light was fantastic. The clouds came and went, revealing various slopes and peaks surrounding us. From Pfeifferhorn in the south, to the Twins on the north, the Wasatch spread out underneath our feet in a grand and beautiful, snowy dreamscape.
If it turns out that today is indeed the last powder day of the season, then what a great end to what has been an absolute feeding frenzy over the last 6 weeks it was. When I finally had my skis in hand, in late February, I was convinced that I was going to be doomed to a long and endless summer before I’d get a chance to really get out and use them.
And then March happened.
And I started seeing powder in my sleep.
Ben contemplates his line…