There is much elation being able to share powder stories with our friends. Better yet, being a character in one of these stories. This past week at Big Sky Resort has been one of the week's where being a star in the powder play was pure joy.
Sunday morning, I met up with my pal at the Mountain Village. We headed up Swift Current into a stormy looking sky with 13" reported at the summit of Lone Peak with winds out of the west. There wasn't much talk about where to ski, "To the tram?" said someone, "mmmhmm" was the response, and off we went.
When we arrived at the top of Lone Peak, the clouds began to break. We chose Liberty Bowl to Dakota Territory. It was perfect snow. The kind of snow that creates great skiers, heroes and yes even superheroes. The skies were now bluebird and we headed into the Bavarian Forest. Here we picked untracked lines through the spindly white bark pines in hero snow that was about 6" deep. Before heading to Shedhorn Grill for lunch we dropped into Rockville Bowl for classic big mountain steeps with a side of fresh pow.
The snow continued all week long and I was not in the story. Until today, Friday. I grabbed a friend and we headed up the Headwaters lift. The snow on the north side in Cold Spring was chalky and smooth wind cream. Looking back up Firehole and Hellroaring chutes also looked tempting. If only I had more time.
See you on the slopes.
Ever since I started skiing in the early '90s, I've thought that Big Sky Resort has always been one of the most incredible places on earth. I have vivid memories of skiing with my family on Mr. K, Lower Morning Star, Elk Park Ridge, Silver Knife, Big Horn, and one of my favorites, the Natural Halfpipe, now named Harbor's Natural Halfpipe.
On January 14, I revisited Big Horn with friends. It was incredible. One of the reasons I love this run is that you can branch out into Crazy Raven, Bears Lair, and Snake Pit, along with the amount of space to make big arching turns.
The snow quality was great with a fresh blanket of 2-4 inches of powder. Each of us were able to comfortably choose our own path and take in the beauty that was surrounding each of us, and of course, make some powder-throwing turns in the process.
What awaited us near the middle of the run was even better: the lower part of Big Horn had the perfect combination of powder, open space, and elevation change for one to race to the bottom. This was an amazing way to remember all the times that my dad, sister, and myself would race down the mountain.
We have continued the tradition of visiting the resort almost every year. We get together, make some turns, chat about life, and enjoy each other's company. Someday, after I start my own family, I look forward to continuing the tradition that I have been so fortunate to enjoy over the years.
Photo: Copyright Crystal Images, 1995. Used with permission.
Thank you for calling Big Sky Resort, this is Polaris- is what you may hear if you are calling to make a reservation. In my office at Big Sky Resort Reservation's World Headquarters I have a poster of the Headwaters Ridge- an incredibly beautiful to look at and beautiful to ski terrain area on the North Side of Lone Mountain. This past fall I gazed up at my poster and began the countdown to ski season. I would ponder how long I would have to wait for the Headwaters Ridge to open, so I can start hiking to my beloved runs.
It finally happened this past Monday, December 28.
Let me start with the hike. The hike to the Headwaters, or the A to Z chutes is my favorite place to be in Big Sky. I live in Montana because I seek solitude, and that is what I am always able to find high above the Mountain Village on my way to skiing the Headwaters. After I gained the ridge and started across what sometimes feels like a knife edge boot pack, this time it seemed wider to me than I remembered at the end of last season; yet still a bootpack on a ridge in double black diamond terrain. The huge rocks I need to navigate around did not melt over the summer, and the ropes for stability that our friends on patrol provide were greatly appreciated. I decided to ski Firehole, which is the first chute off the Headwaters hike. From the top of the chute, I made my way down to the entrance. I saw some tracks that had dropped in directly from the top, and to those skiers I give multiple high fives. After I transitioned from skis-on-backpack to skis-on-feet I took a moment to appreciate the beautiful vistas of Big Sky Resort. Looking down into Stillwater Bowl, the skiers and riders schussing their way down the slopes from Lone Tree or from Six Shooter lifts appeared teeny-tiny. I thought to myself 'I think I have one of the best views of the Spanish Peaks in town', insert huge powder eating grin.
Now, back to the skiing--the snow in Firehole was amazing! I could feel a firm base underneath, yet it was carvable-pow on top. I continued to make powder turns the entire way through the descent. The lack of sun on the dark side of Lone Peak unquestionably kept the snowflakes fresh. The exit was pretty narrow, which is to be expected as it IS only December. The exit will grow as the season progresses and the snow amasses. Top to bottom, all the way through the Stillwater Bowl, I made some incredible turns, undoubtedly some of the best this season. Which is saying something; since I have made some amazing turns on the lower mountain in our last MASSIVE storm cycle. I interrogated a former Moonlight Basin patroller to find out how the other Headwater lines were skiing and was given the beta that First Fork of Three Forks is even more wonderful than Firehole, if you are willing to take a longer walk. Typical ski town answer- the powder is always deeper on the next slope over.
I love to ski and I love to ski at Big Sky Resort. But most of all I love, love, LOVE the Headwaters Ridge.
It's the Monday after Christmas and I am riding the Swift Current Chair Lift with a family from Georgia. As the family scans the slopes beneath the chair they ask me why it appears no one is skiing. This sounds like a simple question, but for the same reason that I am writing a qualitative ski report is why the question remains complex- the Biggest Skiing in America is far more than numbers. The five minutes remaining in the lift ride is not enough time to explain the phenomena that is Big Sky Resort and I manage to shrug my shoulders saying "more for us".
I part ways with the Georgia family at the top of Swift Current and load the Triple Chair glancing at my watch, it is 1:20 PM. I have to meet my ski partner at 1:45 PM in the base area. My thoughts are on the Lone Peak Tram that opened yesterday. I begin to do the math in my head and determine that if I unload the Triple Chair, ski up to a tram station without a lift line at the exact time that a tram is loading, and then ski six miles with no breaks, I could possibly make it to the base area at my scheduled meeting time (every friend, parent, or spouse of a ski fanatic who has wondered, ‘what was going through your mind why are you always late'... well there it is). I won't bore the reader with the details except to say... Amazing- it's a Christmas Miracle, I AM ON THE TRAM!
The tram has a bit of breathing room as half the guests have left their skis at the bottom, opting for the scenic ride. Exiting the tram, we are greeted with unobstructed mountain top views and the voice of the top tram operator announcing "Big Couloir and Liberty Bowl only, Liberty is rocky at the top".
I begin my decent behind a local who looks to have navigated the peak before, slipping and sliding past snow fences down to the wide open expanse of Liberty Bowl. The clock is ticking. My ski partner is waiting. I have never been a ski racer and if you see me skiing out on the mountain, know that in my mind, I look every bit as good as the racers at the Olympics. The snow in Liberty has been skied, yet as I look downhill toward Screaming Left Hand Turn I see not one skier. I am in first place; Lindsey Vonn eat your heart out. Liberty Bowl still has its soft forgiving qualities allowing for easy edging and large radius turns. My legs are burning when I make it down to the Middle Road. At this point I have under three minutes to keep my word as a responsible adult and arrive in the base area to meet my partner; but as I glance to my right I see what appears to be a large line at the Shedhorn Grill and boot top powder on the trails leading down to the Shedhorn Chairlift. Between the burn in my "ski racing" thighs and the mental strain of exercising self-control around powder, I push on to the base area.
As I come around the final turn I imagine the scores of people in the base area shopping, hot tubing, and eating to be my grand audience cheering for me. I throw up my hands as if to say, ‘Hey, look at me, I made it! Only a few minutes late'! My legs are so tired from dropping about 4,000 vertical feet in one run that I can barely fathom to ski another run. As I look for my ski partner among the base area crowd, I realize what was so difficult to explain about Big Sky Resort. This Holiday season you might wait for a breakfast burrito or your ski partner, but you won't have to wait for your ski dreams to come true.
This week has been exceptionally stellar. As in pounds of stellar flakes stacking up perfectly across all of my favorite places at Big Sky Resort. We couldn't think of a better time to bring back TWISI. What is The Way I Ski It? Well, it is essentially a qualitative ski report that was formed from the brain trust of Dax Schieffer, who has just moved on to a new adventure with Voices of Montana Tourism after an 18-year tenure with Big Sky Resort. He will be missed for sure, but we plan to ski his lines and keep him in the know through his own creation TWISI.
So back to the skiing and snow. In addition to boosting morale in our ski town, the stacking snowflakes have covered more and more terrain every day. At 60% open Big Sky has 3,461 skiable acres as of today, that's more skiing than most resorts at 100%.
Thursday's snow report said 3-5" in 24 hours and 8-10" in 48 hours, I headed out at 3:15PM to see what I could find. Turns out I found a whole lot of boot top pow in Elk Park Meadows, schussing down with my friends, thinking to myself perhaps I should slow down and enjoy this a little longer. Next we headed over to Africa for some side pow (side pow: the powder that is off on the side of the run that is usually skied-up last). Two runs, of thigh-burning delight and you wouldn't know I was there because it has kept on snowing.
See you on the slopes
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