The morning of a pow day
The morning of a pow day
It's early morning in the hut.
Still dark. Nobody's set an alarm, but people are awake anyway. You can hear sleeping bags rustling, the creak of floorboards, the metallic click of a lighter igniting the stove. Someone is already feeding logs into the fire.
Everyone knows what's waiting outside.
The snow started yesterday evening. Big flakes drifting past the windows as dinner was served. It was still snowing when the last card game ended and headlamps clicked off one by one. Maybe you woke in the middle of the night and glanced outside. The path to the outhouse was already disappearing.
Getting our of the sleeping bag is always a challenge, but the promise of a look outside makes it easier today. The familiar landscape has changed overnight. Corners are rounded. Tracks are gone. The trees wear white coats. Every surface seems softer, quieter.
Of course, there is a little work to do first. Dig out the path. Stoke the fire. Put on a pot of coffee. Make breakfast. Rituals before the main event.
The climb is quiet and slow as trail must be broken. Snow falls from tree branches. The forest absorbs every sound. Every turn of the skin track carries a little more anticipation.
A laugh from a friend emerging from a face shot. The silence that settles back over the forest after everyone passes through. The excited climb back up, knowing there are more turns waiting.
By afternoon, smiles are wide. Legs are heavy. Everyone has surrender to the gluttony of pow day.
And the best powder days don't end with the last run. They end back at the hut as dinner fills the room with warmth and the sauna works its restorative magic.
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Cheers,
FPH Team
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