When we got to the top, somebody called out to me, "where's all the good stuff man?" I looked over to see a guy in all blue and I replied, "well, with the new snow, all the steeps are closed but you can follow us, we are going to ski over here." A group of 4 guys followed me to the top of a little chute, and being from the flats of Colorado, they were psyched. After an awesome first run, we all decided to shred together for another lap. From the top of the tram once again, we hiked to "No Name Peak." Brandon and I had never been up there, but after only 5 minutes of hiking, we were at the top of a perfect field of pow. I dropped in first and was surprised at how deep the snow had gotten, almost waste deep already. Everyone was yelling and charging the entire way down, I knew today was going to be big.
After that amazing run, I introduced myself to the guys we were with. Jay just moved to Salt Lake, Jacob just moved to Ogden, and two of the other guys Jacob #2 and Dean (or something like that) were visiting from Colorado. They suggested we go to "Strawberry," another section of the mountain, and that turned out to be the best idea ever. We got over there to find absolutely no one in sight. We had the mountain to ourselves. Then it got even more incredible, we found the cache where all of the wind was dropping ridiculous amounts of snow on. Literally, I was chocking on snow as white waves of powder curled over me. At some points, the snow was at least to my chest deep. The day continued to be one of the best days of my life. We didn't stop to eat or even go to the bathroom all day. On the last run to the car (parked on the side of the road), I had Brandon take a picture of me so that we could remember how deep the snow was that day.
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