Good Old Kirkwood

Another monster storm headed into Tahoe last week and brought a classic Sierra dump.  Friday saw road closures on both highway 50 and 80.  We decided for an early AM start on Saturday, a trick I've never quite mastered.  Even the thought of bottomless pow turns are no match for a bottomless bed with warm pillows and blankets for me.  I hit snooze way to many times (sorry Paul, Ashley and Sara) until first chair was a distant memory.  After a wobbly start we got up to a busy Kirkwood and started the hunt for fresh tracks.

Still fresh snow if you know where to look.

We did what we do best and headed to the backside.  The temperature stayed in the single digits keeping the snow light and dry, a rare thing for Tahoe.  With a little digging we found some fresh in the trees and left trenches in our wake.  We met up with Kate, Evan, Josh, Jamie, and Kate and shared some turn on the backside to end the day.  Even as the place got tracked it stayed light and fun.  But the real star was Kirkwood, we've been skiing there for years now and it really feels like home.  Laid-back, lo-fi, that's the place we love.

A lovable Kirkwood local. 

Paul, Ashley, Sara and myself decided to make it a South Lake Tahoe trifecta by heading to Freshies for a quirky dinner and crashing at Camp Richardson after a day at Ze Wood.  Paul read the Tahoe Mountain News classifieds aloud before bed, which is actually quite entertaining.

Anyone in the market for a pair of used chaps, size 40.

Everyone hit the road Sunday AM to deal with the real world and I decided to shred the gnar solo.  Turned the iPod up to an unsafe level and charged as hard as I could.  Kind of fun really.  Looking forward to next weekend!