Confession: I’m one of those people who chokes up when she gets overwhelmed with happiness. After the first run on an awesome powder day, you’ll usually find me wiping tears away in the lift line. I saw Lake Tahoe in a way I never had before, Desolation Wilderness’ name finally made sense, and I could really understand for the first time why Twin Peaks is called Twin Peaks. There I was, standing on top of the world with a bunch of strangers so overwhelmed with beauty that I couldn’t help but tear up. (Thank God for goggles.)
Yeah, that’s right: I was crying... and I hadn’t even started riding yet.
I was super lucky the day I did the cat adventure; there was a storm a few days before so there were several feet of untouched, creamy powder everywhere we went. I don’t want to be that chick who brags about how she shredded the gnar -- or be the chick who says stuff like “shredded the gnar,” for that matter -- but I will say the experience was epic in every sense of the word.
The guides led us down tree runs, steeps, glades, and bowls, making sure we knew where to go at all times, and didn’t accidentally ski over any cliffs -- since that was actually a thing that could happen. There was some major hiking at points and definitely some spots where we did a lot of traversing, especially for me and the other snowboarders, but pretty much every run (you can get anywhere from five to 10 in a day) and every turn was total perfection, including the last one, which was a total of 1,828 vertical (and exhausting) feet. I’ve never wanted a beer so badly in my entire life.