Yesterday a man drove off the highway on the east shore of Lake Tahoe and fell an estimated 400 feet. He survived, but apparently was not lucid enough to tell rescuers how he got there. My very cynical guess is that stupidity played a starring role. The one saving grace is that nobody else was involved.
Who says you can have too many powder days? Not me, which is why we headed back to Sierra again today for a brief morning of untracked deep powdery goodness. Another foot fell last night, and it was still falling during our fast-and-furious runs. Light, dry snow that embodied the ethereal cold smoke that we powder skiers dream of.
This sort of snow encourages me to ski faster, steeper lines than I’d normally do, and today I ended up flying off pillowy jumps into more pillows…loving the velocity and the feeling of flying.
While we had a wonderful time, it wasn’t without a sacrifice. Yesterday’s storms resulted in road closures all over the place (primarily for avy control) and thus many visitors were forced to spend the night in South Lake Tahoe and depart today. We shared the road to the ski resort with about a million stupid drivers, or at least one idiot in the front of the line who forced the following 6 miles of vehicles to crawl along at 5 mph. This was a universal story, however, for I heard equally horrific tales of driver inanity on the north shore.