Greybird, chewed-up ice blocks and suga'pow.
We pulled up to Solitude where they have been grooming the snow into velvet. It looked and felt great on the boot pack up; soft pack pow. As we were about a third of the way up from the base lodge (lower lot) a snow cat came barreling down towards us-''fellas, the resort is not open and there is no hiking until we open (11/9).'' I strapped in-against what I was told-and made three feelgood turns back down to the car. I was pepped, it felt so good to just be on a board again.
Mike and I drove further up the canyon to Brighton where they are cool about letting people hike pre-season. We booted up to the top of the Majestic lift and took a run down. It was a chunky, boulder death zone... still, you could haul ass down it. The next hike up proved better, as we stuck to the powdery sides and got some fresh turns all the way down from the mid-part of the Crest Chair.
Two laps and we pulled the plug in the name of Holy Hour (beer).




look good and fun to me.
Hot going up, hot coming down. Untracked powder looked nice going up but was slow on the back-down.
Anywhere from greybird to bluebird. High speed groomers to left over tree slashing.
Pow, warm pow, hot pow, cement.
Greybird to Bluebird. Fast and icy as hell. Snow sucks-do not call in sick to go riding, so not worth it.
Sunny and fast.
Bluebird, packed-slush and a little rutty up top.