Report from August 17, 2023
I awoke late today and lazed around the house as I watched the local mountains submerge themselves in deep, wet clouds.
It didn’t really look like a good time.
At about 11 am, I decided I should go up there and have a look despite knowing for certain the snow wouldn’t be good and the light would be flat.
As I rolled up, the clouds began to show some weaknesses…
I stormed into the mountains encouraged every step by faint shades of blue.
Suddenly, the sun came out for the first time this week.
It quickly hid away again but not for long.
The sunny stretches got longer and longer until they were somewhat predictable and skiable.
I ripped skins and waited for a good-sized blue hole.
I dropped into the heavy, supportable, wind-pressed snow and found it rather delightful.
I floated and sped.
Slashed and popped.
And very quickly ended up in the flats at the bottom of the short run.
I think being lazy was the win today.
Had I gone out early I’d have done one run in the fog and headed home discouraged.
Instead I was lazy showed up late and kinda nailed it…
At the bottom of the run my clock read 3pm and I contemplated going back for another.
I decided to save my energy for the big storm cycle supposedly headed our way this weekend and the possibility of a bit more sun tomorrow.
I still can’t believe that the snow was good and the light was hot.
I’ve been here for 3 weeks now and there have only been 5 good days so far and I was beginning to lose hope.
I feel laser focused now…
Thanks, Patagonia!