I was sitting in Utah where there was no base and no snow, just basically waiting for something to happen. Our Utah TGR crew started to hear word about how much snow my hometown, and childhood playground, Tahoe was getting. So I made a few phone calls, checked some web site stats, and made the call to get out there. One buddy told me it had snowed two feet in the past 24 hours and it was supposed to snow another foot and a half. We loaded up my truck with our sleds and took off.

We showed up in Tahoe City to huge snow banks and trees caked with fluff. These are good signs that it is deep in the mountains. We crashed in the house where I grew up and rallied to the trailhead early the next morning. There was even more snow than the night before and it was still coming down hard. The snow was so deep we spent most of the day getting our snow machines unstuck. We spent the next few days doing pretty much the same. The snow was bottomless. If you stepped off of your snowmobile you would sink in up to your chest. We were able to hit a little road gap and drop some cliffs, but for the most part, we just had a hard time getting around. The free laps were all time though.

One day a local friend took us to a cabin he had found way out in the backcountry. It was so styled out. It was located in a meadow that was surrounded by two big bowls with every type of terrain feature you could want and imagine. The only problem was that the weather was socked in and dumping and we could hardly see the goods. We ended up hitting some big cliffs and skiing some fun stuff anyway.

We sat in the storm for almost a week waiting for a blue day so we could get some good filming done. Our blue day finally arrived and we went to an amazing zone North of Lake Tahoe. We pulled up to the trail in hopes that the snow had not gotten too warm and gone rotten. Unfortunately, it had done just that. The night before, it had rained all the way up to the high elevations. Every aspect and face had a two-inch crust layer on it. We were bummed. It was sad to see all that beautiful, deep snow go bad. That was when we decided that it was time to head home and ski the fresh stuff that the same storm had brought to Utah.