Hallelujah, the powder has arrived! Sweet, light, fluffy, pillowy, blissful frozen water that falls like manna from Heaven. Soft, rip-able goodness that feels so right it can’t be wrong. It even sounds delightful: swishhhhh.
Today I awoke practically drooling over the crisp new snow. After that I promptly drove my car into a ditch and had to get towed out. When I finally got to the office, I prepared to head out into the glorious powdery winter wonderland that is Schweitzer Mountain and was struck by a sudden sense of loneliness. Being the lone remaining snowboarder, girl, and non-expert in the marketing group, I am often ridin’ solo. Briggs was off, Dave had just gotten in, but Mirus was sitting at his desk looking like he’d rather be out slaying pooder. So I looked around with my best puppy dog eyes and said, “Umm, does anybody wanna go skiing with me?” I ticked off the seconds in the inevitable silence that followed, till Dave said he had a meeting and Mirus, trapped like , agreed to take me out. The condition: We were going big.
My trail map has been sadly lacking in new highlights lately, as I am a creature of habit and tend to stick to the same areas. Mirus’ mission: get me on some new trails. So on the lift, he suggested we take Australia down to Stella. “It’s not a double black, it’s not steep,” he said. I knew he was lying, but I said okay anyway. He was right and it wasn’t too bad, but I didn’t exactly slay it. Then we headed up Stella and did Phinea’s Forest, which was also pretty fun. However, being a snowboarder, I had to skate a lot of the track in and out of it, which is pretty tiring after a while. But it was so soft and feathery, I couldn’t help having fun. Even when I fell, the pow just picked me right back up and sent me on my way.
Since returning to the unfortunately pow-free office, I have been pondering: what is it about new snow that makes it so freakin’ great? There’s the obvious of course: it’s soft, it’s fresh and it fills in tracks and ruts. But after spending some time in the pow, you really start to see its magic. I can get slapped in the face by snow all day and love it. Can’t really say that about anything else. It takes you and carries you down the hill, forgiving your mistaken random weight shifts with gentle correction instead of falls and pain. New snow is probably the single greatest thing about skiing and riding. It’s a religious experience.
I’m not actually comparing powder to God or anything, but…it is pretty awe-inspiring stuff. And if there is a place to worship the sweet powder it’s definitely Schweitzer Mountain, so brother, take me to church!
– Katie Ross, Intern