In Lake Tahoe, we tend to measure our storms in feet, not inches. We all have a deep passion for this cold white fluffy stuff that falls from the sky. Every winter brings with it endless possibilities and a slew of lifelong memories. Below is a collection of stories from employees around the resort. Share your story with us using #theheavenlyeffect.
Snow storms bring an excitement unlike anything else I’ve ever experienced. You wait patiently, tracking storms come off the coast. You try to keep calm as forecasters predict feet and feet of snow. All day you constantly check outside your window to watch the clouds roll in. And then, the flurries begin. You whip out your camera and send out an alert on every social channel you subscribe to. IT’S SNOWING!!!!
All throughout the night you keep glancing out the window to make sure it hasn’t stopped. The snow just keeps piling up and piling up on your patio furniture. You make a plan with your friends to meet up for first tracks. (But if they aren’t there, there are no friends on a powder day.)
You try to go to bed early to get a good night’s rest. But the excitement is too great. You barely fall asleep and then your alarm goes off. You jump out of bed and go straight to the window. How much did it dump overnight?? The view outside is mesmerizing. It DUMPED. After a brief moment of awe, you throw on your gear, grab a granola bar and head to the slopes.
Face shots all day. The euphoria on the mountain is palpable. Everyone’s hootin’ and hollerin’ – racing back to lift to do it all over again.
– Rachel Roberts, Online Marketing Manager
One epic powder day in the mid 80’s, probably my third winter, I took the high traverse into to Milky Way Bowl and was amazed to find no tracks and only two guys standing 10 yards away from me. I didn’t think too much about what they were waiting for, and decided I was pre-ordained to get first tracks!
Well, I made some amazing snorkel shot turns, got to the bottom which with three feet of pow tends to seem pretty flat. After poling for about four hundred yards breaking trail I stopped to wipe the sweat off my face, looked up, and watched the two fellas who were previously motionless as I carved my turns and then poled my way across the covered cat tracks, started skiing.
They were amazing skiers and smiled deeply as they sped by me. Enabled by the fact I had broken 400 yards of the cat track for them! It turned out to be a valuable life lesson for me in how patience can serve us well.
– Toogee Sieslch, Lead Mountain Host
I grew up in a small town Idaho town where the mountains pushed precipitation away instead of coax it in. I thought I knew what a snowstorm was; however, one Christmas storm still makes my toes curl. I still remember standing on the rail of my aunt’s porch. It was a two-story building surrounded by sugar pine trees. The distance from the porch to the dirt was easily 12 feet.
I can hear family in the background making mock chicken noises daring me to jump. I take one more deep breath and without looking down, I leap off the porch. As I am in the air one-thought crosses my mind “what kind of crazy lunatic place encourages kids to jump off a 2 story building into the snow? Only in Tahoe.” I landed safely in the snow that the storm blew in the night before. I just had to live in Tahoe some day.
The amount of snow might have made the leap off the porch only a few feet, but it looked miles down as a kid. One of those iconic Lake Tahoe dumps is what inspired my move to Tahoe and it is the iconic Tahoe dumps that keep me here.
– Shelby Tritthart, Group Sales Coordinator
What’s your snow story? #theheavenlyeffect