Wow, it’s another magical day in our winter wonderland! The Yampa Valley Curse is in full affect today: If you’re not sure what it is, ask a local or come see for yourself! What an incredible place we get to call home. Today is one of those days we remember how lucky we all are to live in such a blessed part of the world.
Admittedly, I haven’t been up skiing as much as I would like to recently. I’ve heard how incredible the recent powder days have been and how us locals have literally had the mountain to ourselves for the last week. Well, the rumors are true.
I first wanted to check out lower mountain to see if my powder stashes were still packing the goods. Indeed they were! Weasel Trees and Castles still had plenty of untracked lines for me to enjoy. The conditions are holding perfectly thanks to our cold night temperatures. Even the push piles along the sides of the trails are light and fluffy and just as good as fresh-fallen snow.
I made my way down to Pony Express lift and skied straight onto the chair. When I arrived at the top, the sun was cresting over the mountain and gleaming through the trees. As I began my way down Fool’s Gold and over to Middle Rib, I was astonished at the amount of powder still lying weightlessly, waiting for me to float through.
The skiing is literally as good as it gets in Steamboat. There are many ways we measure our snowfall: Plow piles, tunnels to doorways, snowbanks on the side of roads, rooftops that meet the deck, and our iconic three- or four-wire winters. The last tally is my favorite in reference to our ranching community and western heritage. I thought it was fitting to share a picture I took down the road from my house. Pictures tell the most truthful story of snowfall in Steamboat. Enjoy!
Brett Buckles, Alpine skier