Sunday, March 25, 2012

Sort of Like Spring Skiing

This is what the forecast for Snoqualmie Pass said this morning:



TODAY
MOSTLY CLOUDY WITH A CHANCE OF RAIN AND SNOW SHOWERS. SNOW LEVEL NEAR 5000 FEET. AFTERNOON PASS TEMPERATURES IN THE MID 40S. EAST WIND IN THE PASSES AROUND 10 MPH IN THE MORNING BECOMING LIGHT.



But the pass camera showed bright sunshine and dry roads, so I threw my skis in my car and headed up there before the Now could become the Future.  By the time I got there, the temperatures were in the mid 40s and the clouds had rolled in, exactly as predicted.  The soft gray cloudcover was perfect: it kept the tracks fast and firm, instead of melting into a sucky mess, and an intermittent refreshing light rain made the thousand shades of gray glow like pearls.  It was a glorious day of skiing.



I can hardly believe my abbreviated ski season is almost over.  I skied three and a half hours, my longest ski since Christmas, and I could finally feel my balance coming back, my muscles remembering what to do, my lungs unshriveling.  Alas for me, next Saturday is the last day of grooming at the Iron Horse, although I hear rumors that Cabin Creek may also be groomed Sunday, Stevens Pass will be groomed until mid-April, and Sovereign Lakes keeps sending tantalizing emails saying they will groom the first week of May.  May!  And then the groomer goes to sleep until next winter.  So sad.



But that's okay; people tell me that ungroomed slush skiing improves your balance, makes you stronger, and gives you a head start on base building for next year.  That all sounds good to me!  And I hate to let all this snow go to waste.



That is a ton of snow!  With most of the rest of the country locked into summer-like weather already, the least I can do is keep skiing it while we have it, so I plan to be out there until the lure of trail running becomes too hard to resist.  And maybe I'll run into my new friend Oliver again, Oliver of the great big doggy smile!



What about you?  Have you embraced the spring, or are you like me, clinging to winter like a whiney child clings to her mother?

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