The winds kicked up and the forecast came across the TV. A winter storm warning was about to take hold of Big Sky Country, with 1 to 2 inches the first night, 3 to 5 the second, and so on for the next four days.
Big Sky has had great snow all season. And it was about to get better. The best part: I had the next three days off to enjoy the precipitation.
That night I was up multiple times checking on my son and changing diapers. It was hammering! The next morning I checked the snow report. All I really needed to do was look outside, but it’s the morning ritual in a ski town. The snow stake was reading 10 inches. Thanks weather-people for under promising and over delivering.
I met Jed Donnelly, a longtime cat driver for the resort, in the parking lot of our apartments and walked to the mountain. The trolley was still shoveling out. We helped so we could get to the hill. After the trolley got stuck in the parking lot, six to eight of Big Sky’s finest helped push it free so we could get to the goods.
The Big Sky Ski Patrol is made up of some of the finest snow pros in the industry. They work tirelessly day after day to get the mountain open and keep the tribe of skiers safe. It’s a thankless job at times. The bombs that so many of us use as an alarm clock were muffled. We all could tell one thing from the parking lot, it was deep. With a high five and a ticket scan, Jed and I were on our way.
Powder to the people.