As a reformed So-Cal rider (don't judge me), I still get butterflies in my stomach every time Todd Offenbacher points his finger to the green screen and says "Powder days are coming!" Those four words slap a smile on my face and send shivers down my spine.
As any powder lover will attest, there is nothing better than floating through a sea of fluffy white goodness. Considering the POW days have been numerous, I started to take them for granted. Shameful I know...but that was until my grade school posse decided to visit good ol' SLT for New Year's, and I was reintroduced to why I am one lucky girl!
Stoked out with 3-Paks, season passes, the marketing camera and my boys in tow, we headed down to the West Bowl trees ready for sickness. And we were not disappointed! Line after line of freshness mixed with powder face shots made it heaven on earth. Rock jumps, tree grinds and kickers, each boy was one-upping the next while I desperately tried to keep my cam on the shots. In the midst of stomping tricks, I was almost literally stomped on by my 6' 3 lil' brother...but as all good brothers would, he sacrificed the landing instead of his sister.
We laughed and played like we were back on the playground, except this time they didn't think I had cooties. A sledding sesh closed out the day as our powder legs almost collapsed out from under us.
Most of them are now headed back down 395, back to manmade snow, back to nothing but park riding, back to where I learned and I must say, while there is nobody like my hometown friends, there is no place like Sierra!
