I spent all day on Friday at work watching the snow fall, but we were extremely busy getting things set for weekend, I wasn't able to get out, for any turns after work as I had already made plans with my wife who would have killed me if I was late. So there it was, I was leaving the hill if 6 inches of fresh. The good news it was cold and there would be more snow in the am.
Saturday I went back up to the mountain for our Pro Patrol Day. We spent the morning going over new policies and procedures, rope work, then up on the mountain after lunch to practice our new chair evac system. We were also invited to one of the chalets afterwards to partake in a keg of Pickeroon's Brew. We finished an hour and a half early. All of the patrollers pulled pin and headed back into town. My General Manager, Gregor turns to me and says he's going to take a run. I quickly agree as it would be a shame for him to go alone. Safety first right? I open up the rental shop and grab some rental gear, while Gregor scraps the summer wax off his tele's. We load everything into my truck and head to the top. Jump on the boards and traverse over to a short little pitch with lots of coverage, and no rocks underneith. Gregor looks at me and says this is a bad idea, doing this with his good skis, but it's first turns, so who cares. I ski down a bit to get a shot of Gregor arcing big turns as if it's mid season.
Gregor, stops and gets a picture of me as I slam into a drainage ditch.
I then get Gregor as he and his dog Farley fly below me.
We celebrate with a few high fives and some whoops and hollers and snap a victory pic.
Then we walk back up to fetch the truck, stop by the chalet, pound back a couple of beers and home I went.
It was fun to head back up the next day with our voli patrol and check out our tracks from the day before, when we hiked down the mountain.