Last fall, the forecast for winter was looking pretty bleak. Three La Niña winters in a row sure made it seem like we would be dry for most of the season. Boy was that wrong. It ended up being the coldest and second snowiest winter on record, with over 730 inches of snow and 83 inches of water recorded along the Pacific Crest. The skiing was good fun, the shoveling not so much.

Shannon and I lived in Truckee, which wasn’t so bad given our snowbanks only got eight feet tall rather than in the teens like on the West Shore. Our place was small and didn’t have functioning heat for most of the winter, but it was still a great spot to cozy up for the season. Squiller especially enjoyed it once he learned that he could lie in front of the space heaters all day long.

In March I went up to Washington for a week of skiing with dear AT and PCT pals Grapenut, Lebowski, Gandalf, Snickers, and Grapenut’s brother Jason (Merlin while in the woods). We skied at White Pass, an awesome little hill up on the Cascade Crest where we got both powder and bluebird days and better yet, empty slopes. After White Pass, I met up with Lancelot and skied Mt. St. Helens in near perfect conditions.

With climate change leaving our reservoirs dry and snowpack relatively shallow, this winter was a welcome change. It was definitely one for the books, and next winter is already looking like it’ll be eventful. Climatologists say we only have a few decades of snow left and we’re all trying to take full advantage of every good winter. Shannon and I are soon moving back into the vehicles and heading to the Eastern Sierra to keep skiing, although now in the sunshine and t-shirts. Bring on the corn harvest!

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Next: Spring 2023

Kickin’ it on the East Side