Pilgrims In A Strange Land
Days 2 and 4
11.12 & 26 Tony Grove Part 1
|You mean powder exists outside the Wasatch?|
Lunacy overcame me after Thanksgiving. No, I didn't line up with a bunch of mouth-breathers outside Wal-Mart for a cheap price on a TV-- instead I questioned why the hell I spend so much time and effort on a sport as weather dependent as skiing? With temperatures warming in the Wasatch, riding my bike seemed more enticing than lapping the few open, artificial snow covered runs at the resorts or scavenging the backcountry for a decent line. That Saturday while most Americans were quickly abandoning holiday camaraderie to spend, spend, spend, I eschewed retail worship and heading to the ski resort for 30 miles of flat, open farm roads around Logan where I cruised near 25 mph in unseasonably warm temperatures. I wondered when it might be worthwhile to ski again, but in the meantime, I wasn't going to waste the unseasonably warm weather on a drought induced pity party.
|Adam descends Miller Bowl above Tony Grove Lake|
I reached Tony Grove Lake, a camping area 7 miles off the main highway in Logan Canyon, around 8am. A lone pickup with a camper shell sat in the lot, where my friends Adam and Jared, (who had texted me the day before), spent the night like powder gypsies in a land rarely visited by skiers. The road isn't maintained in the winter, so any skiing we were going to do here had to be done before the road became impassable. After that, snowmobiles would be the only easy way to ski this area in a day. And while pickups with campers might be moving the needle closer to "redneckdom", I doubted any of us were ready to risk dropping our environmental passion and IQ for an Arctic Cat.
|The view from the ridge above the lake. The wide, white|
bowl is Cornice Ridge, a good spot for skiing
despite its ominous title.
The lack of non-motorized users wasn't the only intriguing aspect of the Bear River mountains. The lack of backcountry protocols and familiarity with the area took us out of our comfort zone. Post-holing by snowboarders seemed more prevalent than skin tracks and the few skin tracks we found were viciously steep. I found myself simultaneously cursing the locals while lauding their willingness to struggle for such a small reward. The short shots in the immediate area of the lake would be a warm-up for most ski tourers in the Wasatch and Salt Lake boarders would probably rather hang out in Brighton's terrain park than actually earn their turns. On our first visit to the area, when Jared and I lapped a young couple struggling to carry their snowboards up Miller Bowl, I overheard one of them say, "We should get those splitboards." My first, smug thought upon hearing this was, "Or you could ski like a dignified human being,", but of course that's not very Buddhist of me. After my visceral, initial response, I internally acknowledged them as hearty members of the "backcountry ski sangha" and exchanged a few pleasantries with them before Jared and I ripped off our second lap in the bowl. Then, since we assumed neither of them were wearing beacons (which combined with a Level 1 Avy course would probably be a wiser investment than the grand plus they'll shell out for a splitboard), we watched them make their run and I yelled a genuine "Whoo-hoo!" which hopefully wasn't taken pejoratively.
|Miller Bowl, a short but close spot for skiing|
near Tony Grove Lake.
|For more pictures from Tony Grove, visit my Flickr Page.|