So, it has been a while since I have posted. As many of you know, I use the column I write for the Tahoe Daily Tribune in combination with pics and video to produce these posts. For the last couple of weeks I haven’t written anything for the paper. My hope was that the powers that be would see the value of my column and start paying me for it – it has been eight months after all. Well it worked! I’m on the pay roll. In the mean time, I have been doing a lot of winter skiing this spring. The weather just won’t let up. And a consistent, predictable corn cycle has yet to take hold of the abundant snow pact that still weighs heavy on the basin’s west shore.
Many great descents have been tackled in the higher portions of the Eastern Sierra this year. But, I wouldn’t know about that. Every time I planned a trip to the Eastside this season it would snow and the wind would howl. I guess it wasn’t so bad. Every time I would set my sights on a big line in the high Sierra, I would end up skiing pow in the trees right in the back yard. Poor, pitiful me.
The third week of April was no exception to this trend. But we figured what the hell and headed south on 395 despite the precip and wind forecasted. As the video will show, Funk, Splitboard Steve, Coon and I got the full gambit of conditions. But we were not disappointed with wind deposit that lurked in many of the chutes we skied.
The Eastern Sierra never ceases to amaze me with its peaks, cols, and other high places. Every time I am over there I feel like I have been let in on a secret, like I have been shown some realm hidden from the common – a place I imagined as a child.
This video covers our escapades on Kettle Peak. More video and pics to come. stay tuned.
Holy shiiiite! I was getting sweaty watching the skiing, but that was a clincher watching you skip around in the rocks . . . so l those are the sounds of a happy brain (love the gopro dodaad) . . . keep on livin’ my dream for me!!!!
“Trundle!” … Love it. That turn around in ski boots probably felt like 11a.