After Canada, I joined Arturo on his US snow tour. He started in Salt Lake City, where I unfortuantely missed a very good day in Snowbird, and anotehr one in Canyons. He then met me at Snowmass where I managed to fly in just before a good storm hit, and planes started getting diverted or cancelled.
The first day, we went to Snowmass from our ski-in, ski-out hotel, and enjoyed a good 9" of fresh powder, and then more snow as the day went by. In the morning, we could feel the bottom crust a bit, but by the end of day, not at all:
hello, my name is Arturo, and my snowboard is that long
we took the tow rope to the top as soon as we could and had a good ride up the cirque
more snow falling, sweet
did I saw more snow?
I'm stuck, come help me, I'm right here!
OMG, too much powder, this is dangerous, I might fall!
look at my fancy new mittens, aren't they pretty?
Here's a good end of day run at Snowmass during the snow storm:
Overnight, we had another foot or so that fell, which was great news for our trip to Aspen Highlands:
in line for the snowcat
got a nice little lift up the ridge
and then you walk more to get to the bowl
nice bowl, though
I've been pushing Arturo to learn poles, he was a quick learner :)
Here is a good run down the highlands bowl, good powder:
The 3rd day, we went back to Snowmass, blue bird with a bit of powder left in some places:
took the tow rope back to the top and we went to the very other extreme
then a hike up to the side country south of the resort. Great at the top, pretty bad at the bottom
pretty good powder down, until we got to the rope boundary
I took an early entrance in dikes from high alpine
good snow, except for the rock hidden underneath and the one that shattered my phone when I fell on it