Spring Skiing: The Best is Yet to Come

There are as many types of ski days as there are overpriced chocolate bars in a Whole Foods grocery store. Like that chocolate, there is a different type for every mood.

There are the agro-“no-friends”-powder-days; there are the less agro-“I’ll wait for friends after 11am”- powder days; there are the bluebird days; packed powder-better-than-I-thought-it’d-be days: groomer days; on-mountain restaurant (okay let’s be honest, on-mountain-bar) days; backcountry days; hike-to days; and of course, spring skiing days.

Oh yes, those spring skiing days. Come mid-March to late April, after the intermittent spring storms, the sun and 40-degree days immediately follow. Like the season, these days don’t rush you. There is no frenzy to get to the lift line, instead you pour that second cup of coffee and leisurely leave the house, knowing with every hour, the snow is just getting better, softer, soupier.

On these days you trade your technical storm pants for those faded yellow or pink pants you saved from a different decade just for such days. You break out your favorite vest, maybe even an old school headband, and leave your goggles for aviators. As you leave the house, the snow melts from the roof and the sun is already settled in the sky. You know the morning groomers are softening up and you patiently anticipate the 1 o’clock perfect corn snow. There’s no hurry, and in Telluride, no lift lines.

“South facing is where it’s at,” you think and make your way to Apex Glade, and Killer Slide, but not before you get in a few buttery Milk Runs. You choose to ride Lift 7 instead of the Gondola, because, “Why not?” The old double chair takes you back to the day of skinny skis and tight ski pants. It’s slower like your mood, more scenic, and keeps you outside.

It’s those lazy perfect spring turns you crave to make. The kind that splash water onto your sunglasses and leave the cuff of your pants wet. The kind you used to make in jeans, and maybe still do. This time of year, the days are longer, and you ski well into the afternoon. But you also know the warm weather and soupy snow means your favorite season is coming to an end.

And, like those overpriced chocolate bars, you want to make it last as long as you can. So, you turn back into the lift line for the last chair, knowing the mountain, and perfect corn, will be waiting for you the next day – right after that second cup of coffee.