December 20, 2005
Good morning and welcome to Summit Up, the world’s only daily column that is going to take a few minutes to rave about the snow we’ve been collecting here in Summit Up Land recently. And it’s not just the record-setting amounts we’re talking about. Our sophisticated readers already know that the local environs have been blessed with prodigious quantities this season, so there’s no reason to rehash all that.
No indeed. What we want to alert you to is the quality of the latest round of white stuff, specifically the six or so inches that blanketed the slopes at A-Basin Monday morning. Now we may not be world’s craftiest wordsmiths, but one thing we do know is snow, and we’re here to tell ya that we have rarely, if ever, seen such a perfect accumulation.
We first noticed it getting out of the car, as the whispy blanket gave way with only the merest of resistance. On closer examination, we noticed that this half-foot of freshly fallen was made up entirely of perfect little six-sided and six-pointed stars, sort of like the snowflakes you might see in a kid’s picture book.
We probed through this frosty mantle for a few minutes, testing the theory about no two snowflakes being alike, and we’re pleased to report that the theory help up under admittedly non-scientific scrutiny. But we didn’t have all that much time to really delve into it, as first chair was calling our name. And we gotta say that the lift operators at A-Basin also got it right with their pithy posting on the Pali dryboard: “Puffy and Fluffy!” And our friendly neighborhood lift operator was equally succinct, muttering quickly as he brushed the chair, “Go get some, dude.”
So we did.And suffice it to say, this was the kind of snow that makes you want to sing odes to the snow gods, the kind of snow that gives way beneath your boards like a soft silk kimono opening in a gentle summer breeze.