Hair of the Dog style leg rehabilitation continued today at Tenney. While ski areas were fully tracked out and busy with the holiday crowds, there was still uncrowded slopes and untracked powder to be found. I began skinning under a bluebird sky hot on the track of the only other soul on the mountain.
The skin track was just as flat and meandering as most of Tenney’s trails. The snow was fluffy in nature with no base to speak of. Snow depths were significantly less than at my house just a few miles away as the crow flies. Lack of trail mowing was evident but no worse than could be expected.
My original plan called for inspection and subsequent descent of Snap Dragon: Tenney’s steepest trail. But base depths and snow density clearly suggested meadow skipping would be the safest and most enjoyable option. On the descent, I scratched up my boards skiing a trail used as an access road. Low angle grassy trails were best!
Halfway up the mountain, I crossed paths with a descending telemark skier and we exchanged pleasantries. And then I was the only skier on the mountain. An entire mountain full of untracked powder all to myself. Many powder laps danced in my head but my body had other plans.
It was not my sore legs that derailed a perfect powder afternoon but rather my feet. Extremely painful cold eventually gave way to numbness just two hundred feet below the summit. I had been pressing on upward with excessive speed and haste in hopes that my feet would warm up. But when I started to loose feeling, I knew the tour was over. I switched to downhill mode and enjoyed my first and only run of the day.
Powder turns on Venus Fly Trap were sublime. The high quality of the powder more than made up for lack of pitch. I quickly forgot about my feet. The fact that this would be my only run soon vanished from my mind. It didn’t matter. I was floating through ideal density powder snow on a Monday afternoon under a bluebird sky without a care in the world. It doesn’t get much better no matter where you are or what you are skiing.