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I know the phrase “best day of the season” gets tossed around every time there’s a morning with knee deep powder, but how about “best day of my life?”. Oh yeah, it got that good at Sierra-At-Tahoe.
It didn’t start out that way. We arrived on a typical 28 inch morning (late of course). Nothing was open. Too much snow. When they got the first chair running, I broke my snowboard binding. So a couple of hiccups, but by the sixth or so run, we noticed a curious phenomenon.
Where was everyone?
Turns out about twenty minutes after we drove by, a twenty foot wide avalanche fell across US-50. The blockage lasted for four hours. Estimates of people on the hill hovered around 250 lucky bastards.
I’m calling it (and I hope I’m wrong) Best. Day. Of. The. Season.