I'm writing this is notepad because the storm that hit Washington State and southern British Columbia last night managed to take out the cable Tv and the internet for the whole of Whistler! Imagine those scenes from "The Day After Tomorrow", where the world climate changes in the space of a day, and you'd be thinking about something similar to last night's storm. Anyway, where there's rain and storm on the west coast over here, if it's cold enough, then this means snow...
Well last night, it was cold enough, and there was snow... 46cm of new snow! I got up early this morning and the roads were covered, the paths were covered, everywhere was covered. I hiked out from the apartment at 7.30, and had to wade through knee deep snow all the way to the locker room. More instructors than usual were up early for morning session although many were busy digging their cars out on the road from Pemberton!
I headed up the mountain for the morning training session in the gondola with Otto, the director of the ski and snowboard school in Whistler and a few others. On the way up the mountain, he proceeded to call the director of the Silverstar ski school and a few others, to gleefully tell them about the conditions!
As we reached the Roundhouse lodge at the top of the gondola, we were held for another 15 minutes whilst mountain safety cleared a few final slips in the Emerald area of the mountain. I've never seen slips on roundhouse roll before but there was one! Anyway, as we got skiing, all of the instructors were minded to look after each other as the snow was "deep". So deep that as we all got moving, a couple of the instructors ate snow straight away as their skis submarined into one of the drifts just below the ski racks.
We headed down a blue run (blues in Canada are the equivalent of reds in Europe), Jolly Green Giant, and found that the snow was so deep that we couldn't get any speed up. This resulted in a number of instructors plummetting into the snow and requiring some assistance to escape. Otto reitterated before we set off that it was a good idea when you came off your skis to remember where they were going so you stood some chance to find them again. As my skis submarined only moments later, I tried to remember Otto's advice, but unfortunately my low-profile digging found no missing ski. At this point Otto arrived and immediately found my ski with the sort of simple manoeuvre that makes even an experienced skier feel really stupid!
Later in the day, I helped to teach on of the supergroups (where there's only three students to one instructor), and felt pretty happy at the end of the day, having skied some crazy powder, and having improved the quality of an intermediate skier's skiing.