For about the last week or so you could see a here-again-gone-again bit of snow just beyond the Front Range. So when reports said 14" I thought it was all a bunch of PR hype, but as the car made its way through the canyon, my eyes didn't decieve me... a pristine white horizon line. YeeHaw!

And if there was any doubt as to what day it was.

As a Reno native, the last couple seasons haven't really been friendly to the Sierras early season, so standing at the bottom of a chairlift by October 16th was beyond rad, it actually was a whole new level of radtacular.

The first day on the hill, for me, is always a blend of forgotten early hours, misplaced gear (I never found my socks), and childlike anticipation. But it came together as I was being towed to the mountain top...I watched the sun shine through the treeline reminding myself today was the first of many. Cheers to a new season!