As the year ends, the storms begin…
After Jason’s hut trip with Carrie, his wife, he had decided he wasn’t done, and he’d had enough of Colorado’s trademark bluebird skies and cold temperatures. So off we went to Coney’s Ridge, in the midst of what would become Crested Butte’s last big storm of 2007, leaving us with waist deep powder all day, and all to ourselves.
Jason finally got the hang (and the fever) of true Colorado champagne powder skiing, as the two of us enjoyed turns like this all day. The Okie with the lungs of a Sherpa, put in 4 solid laps of this, as I got more out of him then I can get out of most of my friends.
After putting in a solid 3000+’ day and the snow getting harder with strengthening winds, we decided to tuck tail and head for the safety of the bar. Legs tired, lungs cooked, soaked to the bone, but with powder induced perma-grins plasetered on our faces we headed back through the whiteout conditions. As Jason attested to at the car, he said it best for both of us “that was the best day of skiing in my whole life.”
–Jayson Simons-Jones (Guide)
CB Mountain Guides
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