Whatta wonderful sight to wake up to. Another successful night of poaching the Motel 6 parking lot. This was just icing on the cake…. or shoe box in this case.

More and more snow with elevation gain. Hopefully I slept in long enough for someone to break trail for me.

Noice! I talked to a coupla cross country skiers headin up right as I got to the trailhead. Good thing seeing as the road up to the normal lot wasnt plowed making the approach to Echo Lake twice as long.

Its all good, a skin through trees like this can never be bad.

After catchin up with the trailbreakers at the lake, it became whiteout conditions and they decided to turn around. From there to the top of Becker Peak, it was solo trail punching in waist deep goodness. Believe it or not, it was pretty rad. Probably the most surreal experience of my life. That is one magical forrest that cannot be expressed by any photos. Whatta workout though.

After rising above the trees, the storm was far too ridiculous to get out the camera. Just me pretending to be a gnarly mountaineer scrambling around on knife edge rocks towards the summit. 

Hot damn! My first Cali pow turns!

This one was taken right as I landed a tiny pillow line. Poof!

After a few mini laps up high, I decided to put the camera back in the pack and take the big south face of Becker down to highway 50. I can’t even describe how much fun I had. Some nice deep turns here and there but I somehow found the most insane line all the way to the road. The entire run had endless pillows to scoot your tail down, little tree chute straight lines, Christmas tree jumps and premium California powder blasting me in the face the whole time. If anyone saw me at the bottom they wouldve thought I was nuts. Just hootin and hollerin. I have never had such a good time by myself.

So I threw up my thumb and hitched a ride back to my rig for some chill time down at South Lake.

Ah yes….. the good life.