About 9 inches is what they are predicting for the Boise Mountains on Thursday...SIGH...I will just keep checking the webcams and wishing I was there :(
If it helps any, those nine inches may have left the clouds here in the Boise area, and they DID fly past me, but they sure didn't LAND at Bogus! They may have taken some of our flakes with them to wherever they DO land!
What won't help is my story! DH took the day off so we could play on the mountain. We went up early, braving the pretty lousy road on the way up.
Clouds shrounded the peaks -- and the flying snow was pellets resembling bird shot. They FELT like birdshot too, with the wind! First ride up, the boarder I was riding Deer Point with said that the wind was worse on the Showcase side than the Sourdough side (how? it was coming from the Sourdough side!) and the back side wasn't open yet.
When I caught up with DH, we decided to go up the Morningstar lift, and once we got to the top, decided to play in the fluff under that chair for a few runs. The sky started to look like it might clear up, but then the clouds settled in again and the wind kicked up even more.
The decision to go to the lodge for something to eat around 12:30 proved to be a good one: we were thinking about calling it quits for the day, cuz the wind was just nasty.
After lunch, we were going to make one more run, to see if we wanted to ski anymore. Got to the Deer Point chair, and over the PA comes the announcement that the road down is closed due to an accident. Oh, darn, we said, we'll just have to ski a while yet!
They did open the back side, and we went around to see how things were. He stayed for a couple of runs, but I just kept right on cat-trackin' back 'round to the front side. The drifts up on that track around the summit were
to put it mildly, and after a fall earlier that left a few tender bits that were starting to talk to me, I decided that a run back down to Pine Creek wasn't worth it, since it meant THAT shot again! (I feel like such a rookie, tumbling around in my new friend "powder snow" all the time!)
On the other hand, I DID feel pretty proud of myself for a few moments after actually accomplishing that track up there! Rock wall to the left of me, NOTHING to the right, and wind blowing snow up at me as I negotiated a firmly packed bunch of drifting snow. Got to the end, where things get a bit wider again, and we turn a corner, thought
I just skied the unskiable! (at least for me!) Then hit an invisible drift and scared the crap out of myself again.
The wind was NASTY, trying to take me to visit Mom in Minnesota, I'm sure! But skiing was delightful -- even when I couldn't see where I was going.
So, they started letting cars down the mountain again close to 4:00 -- and they weren't letting cars up. It was okay going for a while, but then we weren't in trees anymore and drifting on the road started to be a problem. I'm sure glad I wasn't driving, and DH handled the mess beautifully! Once we were clear of the worst of things, he looked over and said, I think today makes us mountain people.
And a bit farther down: I'm glad you like to ski with me -- to which I replied, I'm glad you tricked me into getting started!
Kano
