Powder Mondays are Gifts from the Gods
The weekend crowds have dispersed back to their version
Snow has been falling for days & there’s a half a meter
of fresh snow saying ‘shred me – now!’.
The lines at the chair-lifts won’t be so crowded at all.
Well, not by tourists anyway. Powder Mondays.
The 20cm rule is in full effect.
Once that much snow has fallen, all attempts at starting the work week are duly postponed.
Everyone’s heading for the slopes.
Powder day. All bullshit to be cut, with immediate effect.
The town will be at a standstill this fabulous Powder Monday morning. If you want to cross it off your bucket list & rob that bank, now’s your time…
There may be other fantastical ventures that may be desirable – this is your chance – the 20cm rule empties out a ski town, every time!
It’s not everywhere that you wake up to explosions going off at seemingly at will. Booms pepper the mountain stillness. That’s how Powder Mondays start…
The mountain reverberates. These detonations are a sign of the pure joy to come. Another big
Another huge bang. But there’s no pattern. Boom. Only making the snow safe for all the freshly-alerted snow riders.
This is the friendly fire of the mountains – and the ski patrol are clearing the way for avalanches to happen when they desire.
Safety first & all that.
It’s kinda obvious, but they’d much rather that they find the sweet spot that triggers an avalanche themselves.
It’s always a much better option than having some poor, unwitting rider getting into all sorts of bother.
Avalanches, of course, not being your average spot of bother…
Or maybe the ski patrol just like the fact that they get to ride around a mountain with a backpack full of dynamite. How could you not, in the interest of greater safety, I suppose?
One ski patroller later confidentially confessed that second thoughts did infiltrate his head as he skied around with 6kgs of explosives in his pack at 6 in the Powder Monday morning.
Not exactly breaking news but the absolute best time for exploding snow.
But, it could also be one of those once-every-5-years type of days when the powder is so friskily light that each explosion merely leaves curvaceous yet symmetrical craters in the snow. Snow craters.
The powder whimsily finding new drifts to lie in, waiting for riders to make it fly again.
And boy, does powder love to fly. Just ask your teeth as your hooning through fields of powder later on.
The 20cm Rule: Powder Monday!
Almost half a meter over the weekend – a mere 20 inches – but the prospects are practically unlimited. The only limit is probably the staying power of your legs.
Yes! The 20cm Rule has been applied.
School’s out! Work is cancelled. All we have to do now is beat the damn school buses to the chair-lift!
It shows the marvellously progressive character of Rossland though – what a town. Classes have been aborted at the local schools & the kids are out – it’s a big, big powder day on Red Mountain.
Get up on that hill!
The 20cm factor – everything is fair game once the 8 inch rule has been applied. The whole town knows it & accepts it. Brilliant.
So, we don’t have just the kids to contend with – the whole town is in the lift line!
Is there anyone left down in Rossland?
Powder Mondays. Who cares…
The main chair-lift line is as long as it ever is
but the 15 minute wait is handily digested – there’s
no real stress when you’re already on the mountain.
Especially when there’s no Prussians stomping all
over your skis or board…
This, my friend, is not Austria.
Everyone chills out & bides their time – there’s more than enough snow for everyone.
More than 20cm of fresh snow has fallen overnight, spread out over 4000 acres of terrain, & that makes for a hell of a lot of powder. More powder, more patience – or so one might hope.
As you try to still your pounding heart…
It’s a beautiful spectacle – this orderly approach of a bunch of humans, facing the prospect of gliding upon fresh, untouristed snow.
Riding a Mountain
Snow riders know there’s no feeling like taking a lovely drop in deep, fluffy, pillowy, billowing powder.
The hard stuff is hidden well underneath & the trees are just so bleeding obvious.
And on Powder Mondays, it’s exactly the time to release fear go & take a drop. Release the powder hound inside.
Look at this photo – do they look like they’ve been arsing around waiting for someone to tell them to go to work or not?
Powder just doesn’t hurt!
Unless you count the tips of your teeth when you spray yourself in hail of snow. Or swallow a mouthful of your own flying spray.
Powder Mondays Regular Wildlife
You might even be treated to the rare sighting of
an animal that lives, sweats & breathes stealth.
An animal not given to revealing itself, not too easily anyway.
When a lynx, with not a care in the world, takes a stroll across a slope under a chair-lift swollen to capacity on a day of incredible powder, you know all is well in this part of the world.
There’s been plenty of lynx sightings this winter – who knows if it’s the same one or not.
But it certainly looks like this one has made a home at Red Mountain, and doesn’t mind sharing the slopes at all. Just as long as we don’t start messing around with the snowshoe hare population.
Everyone’s just doing their thing. The lynx, showing off its lazy gait & silky agility, is merely the universe confirming that right now, there is nowhere else to be.
Powder Mondays. Take the drop. Ride the f**k out of it.
And then tell us how are your Powder Mondays…