After an evening session at the Yacht Club, most folks were wasted tired from kiting and traveling to get here. A few were amped for more, and the flags outside the Bar were blowing SE. We watched the wind meter at Skyline go from 5-10 over half an hour and were on our way back up.
Kafka, Walker and myself, arrived to solid SE wind with snow blowing across the road. Clear black skies. No technology (no GPS, walkmans or lights) just the moon and wind. The strongest & smoothest SE wind I have experienced. It was a Blind Dream, just closing my eyes and hauling ass thru un-tracked powder.
The wind funneled like a blooming flower, powering ever direction in the bowls and across every cornice. It was the sickest session of my life, top ten for sure.Fully powered bar out conditions. Floaty and soft. We all went upwind down the valley and kite looped half pipe turns all the way up the gully to the summit, and turned around to reverse it on a downhill powder run.
We kited until we were falling down from exhaustion and when Henry the Wolf ate the moon, the darkening shadows forebode of Ragnarok and we bailed. In bed by 2am, and I woke up smiling.
Jeff was on a 14m SS Rally, Me a 13 FY, and Jake a 12 manta. We laughed, we cried, we giggled like 12 year old school girls. We high Fived a lot.
Windzup,
Brian Schenck
