It is said that the Inuit have dozens of words for snow and ice. We are experiencing many of those here at Sol Mountain Lodge.
Itwas cold enough to freeze the top of the snow last night. Mur and I are out the door at 8:30 this morning. He hike up to an area called Chardonney South. We are early and the crust hasn’t started to soften. We sit down to wait.
We decide to ski down and we ski ice. As a newish skier, this freaks me out and I wipe out twice on the way down. They next time down is about better, not so icy.
The ice is slowly softening as the sun moves around to shine on the slope. A different type of ice than earlier. We find a long run down and then stop for lunch.
Our next chosen slope finds the snow soft, corn snow they call it. Mur is excited and we have two excellent runs down. Murray has a big grin on his face at the bottom.
As we make our way back to the lodge the snow is turning into schmoo (pigsnot). Grabby, uneven, hard to turn in.
I think we experienced some of those words from the Inuit today.