"Conditions ReportA steel wind scratched and clawed and gnawed its way into Alta this morning. Evil and vile but bearing gifts. Snowflakes dropped from the sky this afternoon, silent trumpets joyously announcing the arrival of Alta's god: Powder. But we weren't there for that chapter of the story. We left before the snow came- what we saw was the wind. The whipping wind that willfully whacked and whistled wildly and without respect for the trees which buzzed and bent and nearly broke from sheer force."
"We watched in terror from the chairlift- safety bar down. Sturdy snow was found up top, which softened it's heart the further down we got on the run from Collins. By the angle station the texture was friendly and smiling; it welcomed our ski edges- it wanted them. Here we went fast. Side hits sent us into the stratosphere like space cadets, arctic monkeys ready to be shot out of a cannon,"
A violent, steel-like wind tore into Alta in the morning, clawing through the mountain and bending trees under sheer force. Snow fell silently in the afternoon, signaling the arrival of powder, but observers departed before the flakes began. From the chairlift the wind felt terrifying, with safety bars down as the gusts whacked and whistled relentlessly. Firm snow sat near the top, softening downhill toward Collins; by the angle station the texture welcomed ski edges. High-speed runs produced big air from side hits, launching skiers like space cadets into the gale as a storm moved in to deliver the long-awaited winter powder.
Read at SnowBrains
Unable to calculate read time
Collection
[
|
...
]