It’s Christmas Day and there’s over 450 cms of snow at our beloved Mount Washington. FOUR HUNDRED AND FIFTY! That’s 15 feet of snow AS A BASE! That’s crazy. In my 20 years of being a season’s pass holder (all staff), I can’t remember a better start to a season. At this rate, if my math skills are on point, there’ll be about 24,000 cms by the end of the season, which is about 800 feet of snow! Okay, maybe it won’t snow that much, maybe less, maybe more. Only Ullr knows.
Over the years, I have come to realize that La Nina, El Nino and the Farmer’s Almanac have no idea how much it’ll snow up on the mountain in the winter. I take what they say with a grain of salt, like I do with the Mayans, Nostradamus, and Harold Camping’s predictions of the end of the world. People always ask me how much snow I think will fall on the mountain in the winter. I have no clue! As long as there’s enough to ski on, I’m down. And up. And down. And repeat. I mean, once it gets past 700 cm, the mountain looks like a big white pylon with no natural features to shred, so the only challenge left is to do entire powder runs switch (which is opposite stance for a snowboard or just plain backwards on skis). This is what I had to resort to back in ’98-’99.
The more snow that falls at once, the fatter, sorry, the more morbidly obese the ski/board you’ll need to float on top of it all. And, if you’re unsure about reverse cambered skis and boards, this is the season to be rocking them. When you need to float, ride something boat-shaped (rockered). It just makes sense. Kayaks and canoes are designed to float and those things are fully rockered. Hard-packed or icy groomer-ripping days don’t seem to be in our near future (of which traditional camber totally rails on). Last week I bought a pair of amazing reverse-cambered powder skis which look like inverted double rainbows of good times, and a wide reverse-cambered snowboard which simply looks like a giant smile. They absolutely rip through the pow. My biggest dilemma these days is choosing which tool to use to slay the freshy-fresh.
One more thing: With all this early-season snowfall, please be patient (and friendly) with everyone who works at the mountain. The outside crews have moved more snow in the first month than they do in some entire ski seasons. First Aid has been busy throwing bombs for avalanche control to make sure that the hill is safe for everyone, and those patrollers and Safe Slope team members who stand guard at the ropes have had to endure some of the most hostile conditions just so you can go poach it later. Thank them and give them a pat on their now-strong backs for their efforts. We work extra hard on big snow years, and this is on track to be one of the biggest.
I’m so glad the world didn’t end on the 21st.
Rip it to shreds,
P.S. My blog bio says to ask to see my season’s pass collection when you see me, but as I don’t carry them around with me everywhere I go (even though I should) I’ve included it here for you to enjoy. And yes, I had a perm… and apparently no shame.