February 1 was a sunny Sunday that turn into a snowy Sunday, giving me the best of both worlds on the slopes.
Every skier and rider loves to see it snow, A LOT. However, I can't complain when it's a bluebird powder or bluebird groomer day. Last Sunday I got a little of both. I met up with my friend Jeff before he had to work in the afternoon. Word on the slopes was Shedhorn and Dakota were soft with hidden pow stashes tucked into those epic trees. We headed over early and got a few fun laps in on Shedhorn before making our way to the north side of Lone Peak.
Let me pause here a moment and reflect on the magnanimity of Big Sky Resort. Only in Big Sky can I go from the far south side to the far north side in less than a half hour. It's an incredible and diverse four-mountain system that I take for granted.
After a fantastic Zero Gravity Terrain Park groomer, hitting the rollers to catch air, but avoiding the rails, Jeff and I wandered around the long and fun runs off Six Shooter Lift. At this point the air was getting chillier and sun was starting to hide behind the clouds, snow was coming. At this point Jeff left for work and I met up with my chiropractor, Dr. Wick, and our friend Ana for some snowy Andesite mountain turns.
Skiing with one of the best technical skiers I know, Dr. Wick, and one of the gnarliest snowboarders, Ana, I've seen my skiing improve. I like to ski with people better than me because it pushes me to seek the rhythm they've found and pursue runs I might not normally pick.
The snowy Sunday afternoon was fantastic, capped with spicy Bloody Mary's at Carabiner Lounge, and plans for the next time we'd ski together.
To live in a mountain town is to embrace the constant changing weather, pray for snow always, and enjoy whatever the day may bring. This past Sunday was phenomenal, not just because it snowed, but because I got to ski, and ski with good friends.
Love of snow, love of powder, love of skiing, and love of people are the reasons I live and love living in Big Sky, Montana. Locking in Lone Mountain ski days like January 1, 2015, also doesn't hurt the grand experience of skiing Big Sky Resort. Only so many senses of flying through coldsmoke snow can be experienced by watching this video from New Year's Day or understood through blogs. Don't just take this video's declaration of it or my word for it, go out there and feel some of that fresh soft powder.
Video: Michael Jezak
I had the opportunity to ski with a group of amazing women during the 2nd annual Big Sky Lady Shred on December 22. SheJumps, a not for profit organization that gets girls into outdoor sports, puts on "Get the Girls Out" days at ski resorts across the nation. This was our day. I skied and après-skied with friends I see every day and with new friends. Even though Big Sky Lady Shred happens but once a year, it's a fantastic day to meet other amazing women in my community and to just enjoy time outside with the girls. Here's a quick video edit of the powder day we had. See if you can spot me in the tutu and gorilla helmet.
Video: Michael Jezak
Big Sky Resort ambassador Dan Greene makes skiing look easy. Greene and Big Sky Resort Broadcast Media Manager Michael Jezak took a few days this December to ski the peak, grab some face shots, and film this video. It's short and sweet just like the lift lines and ski lines respectively here at Big Sky Resort, and it captures the coldsmoke powder we've been experiencing this December. With more than 25" in the past week, and 26" the week and a half before that it's time to shred into the New Year keeping the winter vibe alive.
Featuring: Dan Greene and Nick Malik; Video: Michael Jezak
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the hills
Many creatures were stirring, but mostly skiers with skills.
The gear was hung by the chimney with care,
Hoping more snow would come with more prayer.
The children were shredding all snug on Lone Peak
With visions of powder on Rock and Jack Creek.
Adults felt the same, "powder stashes for days"
They hooted and hollered, wishing away sun's rays.
When out on the mountain there arose such a clatter,
We sprang from Key Hole to see what was the matter.
It was a noise like a moose call, we all were compelled,
"Coming from Liberty Bowl" someone yelled.
Away to the Tram we flew like a flash,
Tore open the doors and raced to the stash.
What a beautiful day to ski from the top,
But what was that sound that made us all stop?
Around the Tram dock we carried our skis,
When something red and shiny appeared through the breeze.
Santa was real, and there he was with Patrol,
To deliver presents and get first tracks on Liberty Bowl.
When Tram laps were had, and Uncle Dan's cookies were eaten,
Santa sprang to his sleigh with a look like he couldn't be beaten.
"Off to spread gifts and tidings of good cheer," Santa said,
"I left gifts in Freestyle Forest, but nothing beats a good shred."
Photo: Adam West
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