Laissez les bons temps rouler! The Straight Talk blog got a makeover and is ready for the Fat Tuesday revelry today. I love the new look and increased functionality. Thank you to the Steamboat Resort IT crew for the new digs!
It’s the day after the storm and the 3″of fresh snow in 24 hours and 5″ in the past 48 hours is sitting untouched in the trees. For the fattest powder leftovers, grab your Mardi Gras beads and head into the woods today.
The cold temps overnight kept the snow nice and soft for fat powder boards. The forgiving powder is sitting atop a grippy/crunchy layer that will grab those edges to help you push through your turn. I headed out to my favorite leftover stash to test out the conditions. I will give you one very good clue about where this is (see photo below) . . .
This area is untouched and the snow is forgiving, so I decided to really push myself and huck off some natural features. I found a nice pillow line (a line of several drops in a row) and once I gathered enough mental courage, skied off of it. Whoa, whoa, whoa . . . I had no idea I was going to get going that fast and I overcompensated by leaning too far forward. Not pretty. I bailed on the last drop and skied off to the left. I screamed like a little girl all the way down. The Mr. laughed and laughed at me, but, hey, I tried it.
Onto the next challenge, I decided to try dropping off a single rock drop. This one was a little bigger, but the forgiving powder assured me that everything was going to be okay even if I fell. It took me a minute to gather up the courage to hit it, but once I did, there was no turning back. Cresting over the top, it looked way bigger than it did when I scoped it from the side. I held my breath and left the ground. You can see from the picture below that this rock was tiny, but it felt huge to me. Even though I cheated a bit and held one ski down for safety, the fraction of a second where I was airborne was awesome! The silence of floating through the air is freedom. Preparing for landing, I loosened up and bent my knees for impact. I landed solidly and skied away. That was amazing! Thirsty for more I looked around for other rocks to huck. I am hooked.
After years of gaining confidence through practice, I hope to be as rippin’ as the Mr. below.
Go out there and cut loose today. Challenge yourself. Push your limits. Life is short. Let the good times roll!
Meghan Lutterman, Alpine skier