Last weekend were my first riding days of the season... and what a start. Being from the East Coast, I haven't really had many powder days, so the 4 ft+ storm was quite an exhausting experience. I consider myself a pretty good athlete, but I have never been so drained from a day of physical activity. That probably correlates to the fact that I was doing more swimming that riding. Day one was Northstar, with empty tree lines and plenty of powder. Day two was my first time at Squaw, and it was quite the experience. We battled the crowds early in the day and were rewarded with a first tracks run as we caught a ski patroller pulling up the closed signs. True chaos nearly erupted while the mob waited for the upper mountain to open up. All said and done, it was well worth the waiting.
