Professional Freeskier
Last week I had a few moments to throw together some Valentine flowers. The week before I made a cameo at Langohr’s Flowerland to help with Valentine production. We cranked out some serious arrangements…my hands were numb! These arrangements were my fun outlet and a fun opportunity to design something on my own that wasn’t flower shop production.
Bridger received 14 inches of new snow overnight, and with a wake up call from my father this a.m., I was ready to rally. It took a little nudging to get Dav going, but we joined forces with Rosanna and her Greek. To my delight, the sun came out by my second run and I slowly dissolved my Vit D deficiency that I’m certain has haunted me this winter (fully self diagnosed), between working nights and missing every sunny day when I’ve been off….I honestly think this was my first sunny ski day of the winter….seriously! It was a foot of light fluff that I literally choked upon under blue skies and sun…finally! It was so good that I was able to put my crowd and Ridge-line bitterness to the side…and that’s hard to do.
Bridger’s base…here they come!
Rosanna, followed by Kyle as the Ridge line winds to the top.
Oh weird, a non-stop line to the Ridge…that never happens.
This is the basic view for me and the other 5,000 of my closest friends as we marched up the Ridge…oh, how I love the Ridge hike on a crowded powder day.
…and the line continues.
Almost to the Nose with the sun trying to peak out…first run.
Rosanna and Kyle…ski date.
Rosanna (the one buckle wonder), Kyle, me, and Dav
Almost to the top of the Ridge hike…and the sun is out!
The Gallatin Valley below…backside of the Ridge.
Self portrait…scary.
Dav going big down Steady Eddie off the Ridge…best run of the day!
Rosanna and her roommate Teresa…bottom of Bridger Lift.
It has been puking since yesterday and it’s amazing how many people came out of the wood works…you’d think it would be untracked pow all day, but not even close. The Schlasman’s line was packed and the runs were hit hard. I should have taken Pop’s advice and hiked the Ridge instead. Rosanna and I made it up early this morning and spent most of our half-day in a line…lame. A slow moving line, but a few fresh turns in some rather wet-for-Bridger snow. I suppose just one turn in untouched pow is worth it…maybe.
Rosanna kept us warm in line with her chamomile tea…or is it shamomile?
We waiting, and waiting, and waiting…..