Two weekends ago when Graham and I were skiing hard packed, icy snow at Arapahoe Basin I was a little worried about snow. You see, we had plans to go ski at Steamboat Springs the next weekend, and the snow forecast at that time was looking marginal. Luckily, this is Colorado, so if you don’t like the weather just wait ten minutes!
As everyone and their mom knows, Colorado was absolutely dumped on last week. Many ski areas saw 30″ or more in a span of three days. Graham and I left Breckenridge on Friday night, which definitely got a huge amount of snow – 26″ on Friday, and talked about how ridiculous it was that we were leaving a place that thousands of people were desperately trying to get to for another ski town that was reporting less snow.
We kept the faith in Steamboat magic and were rewarded with a surprise 10″ of fresh snow on Saturday morning. It was one of those days where the resort reported 3″ but everywhere we skied had almost a fresh foot of snow. Many locals on the lift were commenting how lots of people had slept in on Saturday morning and were missing out on a great powder day!
For me? It was the best powder day of my life. Seriously. You know that epic year of snow four years ago? Yeah, that was my first season of skiing ever. I was still learning and definitely missed out that year. Really the only powder days I have ever experienced have been 7″ or less powder days at I-70 resorts, which means all the good snow is skied off by 10 a.m. This past weekend at Steamboat I finally experienced that weightless, make you giddy with each turn powder that everyone always raves about.
As a treat to celebrate our one year anniversary (technically a weekend early), Graham and I stayed overnight in Steamboat to get two consecutive days of skiing. Instead of staying at a ski in ski out hotel on the mountain we stayed at the only hotel in downtown Steamboat, Hotel Bristol. In my opinion staying downtown was a lot cheaper than staying on the mountain and more fun!
It was a bit stormy on Saturday at Steamboat, and it cleared off on Sunday. Sunday was a bluebird day and the views of and from the mountain were spectacular.
The crazy thing for me was how good the snow still was on Sunday. We skied through fresh lines of floaty powder, and lapped an aspen tree run that had plenty of great snow five times.
We ended up leaving early Sunday afternoon for the Broncos game, which ended up not being worth watching but hey that’s a different story! All in all it had been an absolutely perfect weekend. Well okay, on Sunday morning I was devastated that the on the mountain coffee shop ran out of breakfast burritos. Breakfast burritos aside though, a weekend of skiing through the best powder of my life with a ski partner I love? I sure don’t know how life could get better than that!