I wouldn’t say Thursday night’s upslope storm was a surprise. The talking weather heads on the local news seemed more and more agitated as the Front Range’s radar forecast grew meaner by the hour. But I’ve missed most of the few Colorado powder days this season. So when I woke up Friday morning to 10 inches on my porch and a 7:00 AM report of 18 overnight at Eldora, I was tweaking. At 7:30, the snow continued to fall in town. A couple coworkers and I instituted the Powder Day Clause and rerouted the commute to our Boulder office. Eighteen miles later we pulled into an Eldo parking lot still blanketed with knee-deep snow and proceeded to farm turns through Corona Bowl, Salto Glades, and Psychopath under a relentless barrage of meaty Colorado snowflakes. By 11:00, the snow report read 24 in 24. By 1:30, our legs were trashed. Over pints, slices of Hawaiian, and hot wings at Backcountry Pizza, we basked in the powder day afterglow and deemed our snow-starved sanity saved and our email accounts appropriately neglected.
Exercising the Powder Day Clause
With twenty-four inches in 24 hours at Eldora Mountain Resort, we sure as hell weren't going into the office.