Rain by the Bay usually means snow in the mountains. As I mentioned before, it’s been raining a lot.Last Saturday a few friends and I decided to hop on the Bay Area Ski Bus and head up to Alpine Meadows on the north side of Lake Tahoe.
I rarely use the word ‘epic.’ In fact, I’ve campaigned against its overuse and firmly believe there should be a fine for mis-using it.
Note: A sign that something is indeed epic is if it has been made into a movie or a best-selling book. Therefore, your weekend in Vegas was not epic unless it inspired the movie, ‘The Hangover,” in which case you may use the word ‘epic’ and should be applauded.
But I got really close to using it this past weekend. In the five days leading up to our ski adventure it dumped 100 inches of snow on our mountain resort. Over 8 feet of fresh powder! It was truly amazing and our timing couldn’t have been better (we planned the trip about a month before).
When we got there it was still snowing and would continue to do so intermittently throughout the day.
There was so much snow that the ‘groomed’ runs had 4 inches of powder covering them. There was pow-pow everywhere and I was giddy as I stood at the top of mountain looking at the winter playground below my feet.
What were usually knee-jerking, bone-rattling moguls were now soft, fluffy pillows of bouncy goodness. There was no fear because falling was almost fun (like playing in a foam pit). The only drawback was the serious potential for losing equipment in the 3 feet of snow.
Then, for a few minutes, the clouds lifted and the world opened up around us to reveal a spectacular winter scene of the mountains and Lake Tahoe in the distance. One of those days that make me appreciate my fortune in life.
~Kbshea





Don’t you love those moments when you are divinely happy that you live in Northern California? I have a collection of those I still remember well.
By: Sister-in-Law on January 28, 2010
at 11:18 pm