When we got back to the lift, it was suggested that we ride Wildcat chair and then bootpack up to Baldy Shoulder from the other side. Once we got up there, I looked at how steep that bootpack was and immediately decided that it wasn't going to be worth the effort. While I watched from Aggie's Alley (intermediate groomer) below, the other four hiked up. Because it was so strenuous, they didn't go out along the ridge but put their skis back on to get a few turns on the Lo Lo Shoulder. C went first and I could tell it wasn't any better than what we'd just tried from the other side. He made about five turns then hit the 18" drop-off to the groomer. His landing was a little hard, which W saw, so he eased up and took it at an angle when he got down there. H, however, thought the drop-off was less than it was, hitting it hard and straight on. When his skis hit the groomer flat, he popped out of both of them, landing on his shoulder and sliding off the groomer and down the other side. It was spectacular, fast and hard, and he's lucky he didn't get hurt. He finally stopped sliding and got to his feet while C collected his skis and one of his poles to bring to him. Once we determined that he was all right, the laughter and merciless teasing began ... and continued all day.
A, C, H and me atop Sugarloaf
A, C and W in Cecret Saddle
On our way back to Supreme, the other four took a trip through Cecret Saddle while I took a flier straight to the lift. We did a few more runs up through our stash in Catherine's, finally deciding that it was absolutely thrashed. I quit early, because my feet were cramping up in my boots, and skied out, bringing everyone's boot bags up to the GMD patio and purchasing a PBR pitcher in anticipation. A joined me about a half hour later but the boys closed all the lifts, first Supreme, then Sugarloaf, and finally making laps on Collins until it shut down. Then we all hung out in the sun on the patio until we closed that too.
GMD patio apres ski
After we went back to the house (W and his wife stayed with us that night too) and cleaned up, we met up with M and B and a bunch of folks from H's work for dinner at Stella Grill. C reenacted H's crash for the folks who hadn't been there to see it, using drinking straws. Back at the house, we had a few more beverages while the guests packed their gear up for their morning flights. Everyone was tired and happy - not as happy as we would have been with better snow, but enjoying the time we spent together out on the hill, because any day skiing is better than a day not skiing.