“Is it going to be this windy over the pass?”, my brother asked me as we drove from Fairplay to Breckenridge.
“Oh no. Don’t worry. Usually the weather is opposite from what it is here. It’ll be great. I promise.”
I am such a liar.
Trees became more sparse as we rode up the Kensho Superchair, exposing us to the harsh winds. I encouraged a few strangers to board with us, hoping that they would help to block the wind. No such luck. That wind blew straight into our faces. Swaying and rocking in the wind, we finally make it to the top.
My first run I went skier’s left and heading down double black diamond Wonderland. As I drifted in the wind I found it extremely difficult to see anything. It was snowing, the lighting was flat and the wind was whipping up a cloud of white in front of me. I couldn’t quite tell where or how fast I was going. I was given the feelings of vertigo. It was kind of nice. An endorphin release and a ski-high ensued. Awesome.
Wonderland was not as difficult as the rating let on. I barreled through it to get into the trees and out of the wind. Whew. Finally some relief. Now for some fun in the trees! It was calm in there with piles of untouched powder. I popped out somewhere after blue run Nirvana and made my way back to the lift. At first ascent, I thought there was no way I would subject myself to those winds again. But after the fun in the trees, I couldn’t help myself. Back up the lift I went!
Ok. Let’s try skier’s right. I rode along the line of the lift, taking blue run Bliss down. It is such a smooth ride. Once again, in a vertigo stupor, I couldn’t tell my speed or exactly where to go. It was as if I was riding a wave. Or among clouds. We went into the trees between the lift and blue run Deja Vu. It was calm. Quiet. Peaceful.
“I’ve been impaled!”, I yelled.
“It’s okay. I hit limbs all the time. Just brush it off and keep going.”, replied my riding partner.
“I don’t think you understand. There is a hole in my jacket and a small limb sticking out.”
“Oh. Well. That sucks.”
“At least there’s not a hole in my arm…”
Ok. One more time. That ‘wave-riding’ was too much fun not to do again. We head back up, watching as other riders admit defeat from the battle with the wind and ride the lift back down. Repeating the previous ride, my brother is seemingly blown over by the wind. Hilarious. A little scary, but more funny than anything. As I catch up to a gathering point for us, I get my ski caught and 100% face-plant. When I pulled my head out from the snow, one of my skis has come off and is lying across my head. I’m sure it was amusing to witness.
We pulled ourselves together and headed for the same patch of trees as before. I didn’t fare as well this time, falling a few turns here and there. Snagging my pole strap on trees. Getting my upper body somehow stuck in tree wells. Using trees to pull myself back into upright positions. My rein on Peak 6 had come to an end. I truly cannot wait to do it again. So. Much. Fun.
Note: Due to the crazy weather, I didn’t dare try to take any photos this day. Sorry! You’ll just have to let your imagination do it’s thing.