After the Storm

Apparently it was a great week up at Whitewater, starting with Coldsmoke, which over the last couple years seems to coincide perfectly with actual coldsmoke. Go Figure. But for Family Guy here, who had to take the youngest to a hockey tournament in Spokane (I tried to tell him it isn't really Canada's national pastime, he didn't buy it), followed then by wicked cold and a backlog of work (I heard Monday was the day), I missed all of the fun. Poor me. On Thursday though, I was able to escape to the hill for a few runs. Not to say I wasn't pleasantly surprised, because I wasn't (I knew it was going to be good), it was still something to see. Whitewater is so reliable in the days after a big system passes. You see, everyone goes and gets it when it's on here. I love that about this place. Put the peoples can't shred forever. They get tired, they've got to get back to work, maybe they even decide to go play hockey and switch it up. But those days after the storm are ever so sweet. It's quiet and still, there's virtually no one, yet there's pockets and stashes of powder still out there, built up from days of accumulation. You ski a little different, in hunt mode almost. Got to love the post-apowcalypse.