It is funny how an entire season can be made in one balls out heelside powder slash.

After spending 2 hours cursing the snowplow while trying to dig my rig out, I finally got on the road to the hill. I had a foolproof plan to scam a ticket from a buddy, all I had to do was wait near his vehicle. That plan got flushed when a young lady looking nothing like my friend jumped into the car and drove off. I sucked up my pride and went in to pay some ridiculous amount of money. This being the ice coast, a big dump is always followed by some sort of really painful weather. Today, windy and below zero. They had ONE lift running and about a kajillion chowder hounds free heeling up the lift. However, the north mountain was completely closed. I made the quick decision to do a little solo hiking on the closed terrain.
Hit up the snow covered half pipe for some vertical powder slices first.

Kept hiking until my legs said no more. Strapped in and got a fantastic run of nothing but powder, closed by a season defining full speed slash on a huge pile of snow beside the money booter in the park. It was kind of a surreal situation, taking a backcountry approach to a park, irony. Sometimes one run, one slash is truly better than a day full of fighting the chuckleheads for that last piece of pow pow in the trees.