It's 5 a.m., I just woke up to meet a friend and his Bobcat in front of my brother’s house where I spent the night on the couch because my truck is stuck in snow ruts in the road out front. It was only supposed to snow three inches last night, but there is at least seven on my truck, the Crested Butte PowCam is reporting nine, and it is still puking out there. For the last 11 days, Crested Butte has been in the crosshairs of the Pineapple Express’ eastward onslaught. Over 100 inches have fallen since January 1, and normal life in our little mountain town has come to a screeching halt…
Except for the powder skiing. Monarch Pass is closed. The local school called a snow day for the first time since the 1980’s. Crested Butte Mountain Resort closed early on Tuesday due to snow safety concerns. A chimney broke off of a roof at the base area. Natural avalanches are blocking friends from reaching their cabins, and last night a local municipal shed collapsed along with several other roofs and a lot of windows all over town.
I’ll admit, we have some logistical hiccups to overcome but it would seem our community of hardy locals and visitors alike are all taking their personal snow burdens in stride. It's easier to do when we have been enjoying some of the best skiing of our lives for over a week straight. It’s the kind of consistent winter weather that we dream of here in CB and typically only see one out of every 10 seasons. It has brought infinite smiles, high fives and hugs to a tight-knit community of diehard skiers. A community that wakes up early to help with each other's snow woes before heading to the mountain to enjoy a fresh canvas of powder and a day of free refills.
I hear a Bobcat pulling up, I gotta run, Its going to be another dreamy day.