As you might imagine, with all that new snow the skiing was fantastic. We skied mostly off the Supreme chair of course: breaking trail on the traverse across the top of the Supreme Bowl again, swooping through the freshies in Catherine's Area, tucking into the chutes and trees, nabbing first tracks wherever we could. The snow was a little bit heavier than the last time we skied deep stuff but man oh man it was fun. On one run through Catherine's, H was skiing as good as he ever has and managed to solicit two separate "woohoo!"s from other skiers.
A pretty day in Catherine's Area
After lunch we went into the backside, which hadn't been open first thing in the morning so that patrol could do avalanche control, and which had been immediately pounced upon as soon as it opened. By the time we got there, it was largely skied out but we had some great turns in there even so, finding some really, really deep and soft stashes.
Workin' the backside
Part of the reason the skiing was so good was because there just weren't that many people out skiing. The parking lots had filled up by the afternoon but we never waited in lift lines and rarely had to take a chair with someone other than just us. This seems to be standard on Christmas day: families with little kids taking the morning to open presents, leaving the mountain to the diehards (like us) and the folks who've come out specifically to ski over the holiday. As the day wore on we noticed more lessons, more fur-trimmed ski parkas, more people unfamiliar with the lifts and the trails - but the mountain was still pretty uncrowded.
Can't get enough of that sky
We lasted until just after 2 p.m., at which point our legs were cooked. [Note: H had done several more nonstop powder runs on his own after I had had to bail out to the groomers for being tired - that's how we both ended up worn out at the same time.] That was okay, though, as we'd had a magnificent day in the deep stuff under deep blue skies. I call that a merry Christmas for sure.