Last week I took a snowbound trip with Siebert to the Wasatch Plateau in Central UT. It was a good time and the lack of snow and snowfun here in Flagstaff, AZ has me reliving that trip. We drove most of the day on Saturday and got to Huntington Reservoir about 2 hours before night. This area is just West of Fairview, UT. Brian geared up with his new alpine touring (AT) skis with skins and I got on to my new burton splitboard with skins and we climbed up a small hill. On the sheltered backside of the hill we built a bitchin snowcave then skied back to the truck, had some dinner then drank a liter of Seagrams 7 while listening to the 2004 release of The Moon and Antarctica by Modest Mouse. We listened to it 3 times. At 19 tracks it is not short. So I was very drunk (muy borracho)! We skin back up to the snow cave and I promptly step right on top of it collapsing the whole thing… Siebert said “oh shit you are fucking kidding me” then whacks me with a snow shovel. Not hard though. Siebert redug a smaller cave while I ski-tumbled back to the truck. After a good night sleep we woke up to some fresh powder. While the local Mormons had fun ice fishing at the reservoir, we did some runs on that creamy UT powder and got all dialed in on our new gear.
I think it snowed 2 feet the first 24 hours. The second and third night I sported us a room down in Fairview. It really is nice to be able to dry out your powder soaked gear in preparation for another rad day. All in all it was 3 full days of deep (and sometimes steep!) powder all to ourselves… Playing in the forest “outside” of ski resorts is what does it for this chimp.
Before we could shred the last day we had to find a piece to my bindings that I was sure I had dropped in the parking lot the day before. We got to the lot about 1 minute before a plow driver was to scrape that lot clean. Sure enough there was my binding part just waiting on top of the snow to be lost forever in the next minute by the plow. Stoked, we drove up to the top of the skyline drive and skinned out over a steep ass cornice. Siebert ski cut a few hundred pounds of snow off the top but no avalanche was triggered – good sign. Along the traverse we spotted a crack in the cornice (see pic below) that was going to take a few tons of snow when it went. We found a ‘safe’ place to launch off the cornice. Siebert went first and on the first turn face planted in snow that was not as soft as it appeared. Ha Ha! I dropped in and after two turns the snow became superb and I let-her-go full surf speed ahead. Awesome. We skinned up to the west and found some just dreamy 35+ degree glades and tree runs. At the end of the day we surfed out on to the Huntington Reservoir and walked across. I was scared shitless trying not to think about the ice breaking. It did not and we made it to hwy 31 and flagged down a couple in a big truck. They stopped and I walked up, thanked them for stopping and then realized I had snot running all down my face. I think I scared that lady but not to bad before I realized my problem and wiped my face. Anyway they agreed to give us a ride up to my truck. but she made sure that we where to get into the truck bed, not into the nice 6 person big-truck cab. Can’t remember exactly how she said it but it was meant like this. “you snotty nosed ski/snowboard punks will get into the back truck-bed ’cause we don’t want your scum in our cab where we will be transporting our soon to be 6 child family”. What can I say! Exertion and cold temperatures equals a runny nose!
Here are some pics from the trip up north with Sieberto (click the pic).
Skin tracks up from AT and splitboard gear.
Check out the crack just below Siebert’s feet. This was about 2 tons+ of snow ready to drop off the cornice. Just above Siebert’s left hand is where we dropped-off the cornice!
I like simultaneous sunshine and snow.