Howling it loud and proud, it's powder season baby. PHOTO: ERME CATINO

Words and Photos by Erme Catino

It all seemed a bit surreal. Pinning it toward Powder Mountain, the Wasatch was blanketed in a heavy winter coat. In one day, thoughts of skiing, looking over weather forecasts, and watching ski movies culminated into the real thing.

An early season snowstorm began hitting Tahoe several days ago, its track headed toward the Northern Wasatch of Utah. I've experienced October skiing back in Vermont, some good, others skimming along fall foliage. However, nothing was quite as deep as it was at Powder Mountain, Utah, last week.

It's baaaaaaaaaaaaaaack. Skinning to win at Powder Mountain. PHOTO: ERME CATINO

Within three days, the storm total reached 42 inches. Frantically tossing gear out of a cardboard box—still half-unpacked from recently moving to Utah—I rallied my ski equipment, grabbed the pup, and met my buddy Sam Deland for an early-season mission.

Skinning around the mountains in October is a welcomed treat. My mind is telling me it's autumn, but my instincts quickly revert to mid-winter after sinking into a first powder turn. It's as if something shifted in the universe, then bam—it's winter again.