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On the weekend of October 28th, Powder mountain reported 42”. That was more than enough to convince Julian Carr, Parker Cook and Andy Harman to go lay first tracks of the season.
Let’s just say the October storm caught everyone a little off gaurd and no one quite had their “program” dialed. 8 A.M. turned to 10 A.M. Then ten o’clock turned to eleven. By the time we rolled out of Salt Lake at noon we each had stories to share of scrapping together a loose combination of gear. Mismatched boots & liners, no footbeds, dead batteries in beacons, where the hell did my backpack go? anyone have extra skis? But no one seemed to mind the late go, after all it is October, there’s 42” on the ground and to ice the cake, it’s a perfect Utah blue bird day.
About three steps in to setting the boot track it was clear that there was going to be some effort involved. A slightly firm top layer to bottomless powder leant for worse case scenario boot-packing. We took turns leading the suffer fest, sinking thigh to waist deep with each step. Luckily the suffering was pacified by the perfect combination of endorphins, laughter, and jokes. Parker declared the hike a “far more epic voyage than Columbus’ search for spices in the new world.”
Laughter. “Nutmeg.” Heavy breathing. “Saffron.” Sweating. “Cinnamon.”
Julian Carr happily laying some fresh lines
Parker Cook openly declared his love for us all right before laying his first turns of the season.
“Damn, it feels good to be a skier,” was the unanimous declaration among the group. Six months away and in an instant we were all back, right at home, as skiers, together on the top of a mountain. Well worth the sweat.
Conversation on the ride back leant itself to admiration of the lifestyle and joy of skiing. “I mean really it’s not like you and your buddies go out for a game of tennis and decide to stop mid-match, pound a beer, and take in the view.” On that note all of the boys got out of the car and took a team leak. Being the opportunist that I am I scored the shot