At Lake Tahoe, at least. We had heard that a storm was moving in last night, and while we agreed we’d hit Kirkwood, we weren’t sure what to expect. We’ve had such an unpredictable season in the Sierra that we could have easily awoken to sunshine after a rainstorm.
Happily our very low expectations meant that we were pleasantly surprised. Nearly a foot fell overnight (more in places that received wind deposited snow), and Kirkwood did not have its regular hordes of rabid powder hounds. So snow that usually gets tracked out in an hour lasted all day (if you knew where to look). We bumped into my colleague and her husband after lunch and spent the rest of the day hiking for deep virgin snow. Such bliss.
N and I are now in a state of euphoric fatigue, unable to do much more than stare at the TV tonight. I’m blissed out by the fact that I had my last powder day of an otherwise slim year on April 22nd.