Farewell, Friends, Another Season for the Books…


Dearest Winter Friends,

When I think of the 2010-2011 Ski/Ride season, a song from 6th grade camp comes to mind. It goes like this:

“It’s so nice to be here with people I like; so nice to hear them all say…that it’s so nice to be here with people I like, with them to share a new day!”

Cheesy, I know. But would you expect anything less of your friendly neighborhood snow reporter? I think not… you know me by now!

I think the point I’m trying to make is how living and/or playing in a South Lake Tahoe winter, with a beautiful mountain in our front yard every day, makes six full months out of the year feel like camp! And today, I’m experiencing that same melancholy feeling that comes when you’ve just made incredible memories, but the time has come to take the bus back home. It’s a bittersweet feeling: extreme gratitude and little bit of sadness!

The gratitude comes from a record breaking season with more snow than anyone would feel comfortable asking from hard-working Mother Nature. She certainly delivered a doozy this year! I remember riding powder days in November, lapping the Crossover to East Peak area over and over!  Then in January, there were countless days of lapping the park and making more progress than I’ve made in years.  Not to mention the incredible grooming conditions we experienced during that time period!  I didn’t know I could love early-morning corduroy that much!

Still there was a panic in all our chests that we might not see another powder day for the rest of the season as the calendar flipped into February. But, just after Valentine’s Day, we got a great big smooch from Mother Nature yet again, and the powder wouldn’t stop falling! Late February and all of March were all about in-bounds discoveries, enjoying our incredible canyons, and even some epic side-country explorations. The town  was struck with an intangible fever as we dug our cars out again and again with gigantic grins on our faces and visitors battled the conditions traveling from afar to get a taste of Sierra snow!

As I stood at the side of the Pond Skimming Pond during the first round of the championships, I looked at all the smiling, laughing people.  It was a crowd full of friends and strangers alike. And this is when the sadness finally sank in for me. Here we all were, gathered together, taking a break from riding lifts, carving turns. Instead we were enjoying of the simplicity of celebrating fun, laughing in the sunshine, being winter people.

This was my fourth season having the privilege of bringing you the word on the mountain every day and I may be the luckiest girl in the world. I know exactly how eager you are to know how much snow has fallen and where to get the goods; how much all of this means to you in the grand scheme of your life. I know because I feel the same way.

I will miss you, my dearest winter people! Like a tuckered out child, we put this season to bed with love.

Until November….

Powder to the People!



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