We were on the lift right after opening, so the mountain was largely untracked. The 60km/h wind gusts and blowing snow were brutal for the last five or ten lift towers on Gem Lake, but we headed to a bowl that is somewhat on the lee side. By the time we dropped 100m of vertical and hit the treeline, the next 600m was protected from the wind by the spruce and fir forest.
Had the snow been any deeper, I would have needed a snorkel. My oldest son has commented that the past two weeks have made up for last season, which was miserably icy.
If I die of a heart attack, that is how I want to go out, mid turn, working my way down a mountain in snow like that.
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