Brusha, Brusha, Brusha

Now that we’re starting to see some coverage up at the lodge, everyone’s mind's on one thing, brushing. I know what you’re thinking, ‘I have excellent dental hygiene’ but it’s not that kind of brushing. We’re talking alder deaths in the name of pow slashing.

 Imagine you’re staring directly up the steep and half melted Blast. Now envision that you’re being asked to march directly up the Blast with a whiny two-year-old on your back. The two-year-old is always hungry, awkward to hold onto and is worth more than your first car. Night..mare.

Okay, so you’re not really carrying a two-year-old but rather a chainsaw.  You’re essentially a mountain mule hauling your extra fuel for the saw, your lunch, all of your safety equipment and you only have 10 days to complete this monstrous task of taming the alpine jungle that is waking up in anticipation of taking over. Blood, sweat and probably a few tears later, the mountainside looks like it won a gift certificate to ‘Manscaping dot com’.

Over the summer months we had a crew of 10 brushing professionals with their saws take to our slopes to give the following runs a nice little trim:

Silver King side Sluice Box top to bottom Canadian Belle Huckleberry Trail Nugget  Tram line  Plus the glades between the runs

Summit side Blast  Ignitor Motherlode flats Middle Bonanza Dynamite  Sleeper (snag removal) 

Glory side Lower Bound for Glory Backside Ski Way Trash Glades

In addition to the 10 days, we had a small crew of Lumbersexuals make their way up to the mountain to get rid of some of the larger bush.