We ended up back at the top of the hill in the Mt. Rose parking lot in the late afternoon after the driving conditions had calmed down a bit, but there was no way we were getting on the lifts. Winds were gusting and the camper seemed a mighty cozy retreat compared to the psychosis occurring outside. We played cards and told stories and hoped for blue sky in the morning.
Chair With A View
It worked. Friday morning could not have been more beautiful if it was painted.
They always speak of the calm before the storm, but it seems to me that it's the calm AFTER the storm that should get more press. The conditions that had frightened our Floridian friends had left an incredible canvas of fresh powder in its wake. We ate it up.
Aryn on Edge
Mt. Rose offered up the east bowl as a tiny piece of heaven...nearly an entire semi-circle of bare runs and tree-dotted courses which all fed down to a single chair. Nearly every run of the entire morning was powder. And all in incredibly beautiful (relatively) warm weather with awesome views on every side.
Brant Rippin' It
Saturday we headed back to Squaw, and that mountain is incredible...but because the conditions were so epic, Mt. Rose held her own against Squaw Valley. Plus there were no crowds at Rose, and plenty of challenging terrain.
2ofUs
At the end of Saturday, we checked the weather report and made the decision to head east instead of the originally planned north. Since the Pacific Northwest ski season lasts longer, we didn't want to miss out on the world-class snow of Utah and Colorado. We planned to leave early on Sunday morning to make it to Salt Lake shortly after noon.
