A small leap for a kernel geek
By Liane Praza on Jan 13, 2005
I went skiing yesterday and skied off my first cornice. What fun! I wish I had pictures, but left the camera in the car. It had to be the easiest run-out to a cornice in the world, and the snow was awfully friendly but... it still felt like the first drop off a roller-coaster, except you had to push yourself over the precipice (took me a few minutes to get up the nerve). Rewarded by a nice dropping feeling in the stomach and a big grin. Surely those who are more accomplished skiers than I will chuckle at my amaturish joy; I'll probably also look back on this entry with a bit of embarrassment someday, but whatever. It was great!
I was at Alpine Meadows in the Sierras for the first time. Nice little hill. I usually go to Squaw, and just got back from a holiday vacation at Whistler. Whistler/Blackcomb is the best unkept skiing secret in North America. 6.5 mile runs through incredible bowls to mid-mountain. Untracked turns to be made serviced by lifts even 4 days after a meagre snowfall. Never mind, I'm getting nostalgic. Already. This was my second time there and I'll be back again before the Olympic craziness gets into full swing.
Back to Alpine -- the cornice was into Wolverine Bowl, then a nice little run through Waterfall. Best snow was, no doubt, through High Yellow Gully. And, there's nowhere but the Sierras where you regularly get to have a lovely January day of skiing complete with lunch outside in the snow in your shirtsleeves. Beatuiful. (Paid for by sore muscles due to heavy snow, but often worth the price.)
(An aside -- I'm assured I looked like a complete dork dropping off that cornice. I figure the fact that I did it twice without faceplanting was victory enough. Despite technicolor hair, I'm no Seth Morrison.)