Two nights ago my family and I snuck into Truckee as a huge “winter” storm began its onslaught on the Sierra Nevada Range. Weather forecasters were having their heyday predicting 10-15 feet of snow would fall in as few as two to three days. I was ecstatic to have made it across Nevada before the worst of this perfect storm hit the Lake Tahoe area. However, as the weekend unfolded, my emotions peaked and fell with the changing of precipitation: up with snow fall, down when it rained. Last night the temps dropped, stayed down, and snow accumulated once again.
This morning, Mark and Bird and I headed out to ski Jake’s. We pulled in to the parking lot and within a few minutes were perplexed to see an 18 wheeler backing up from Emerald Bay. The driver got out of his rig and mentioned he was given directions to follow 89 to get to Mindin. Only problem was that 89 was closed and he was going to have to keep backing up to the next driveway and attempt a 90 point turn to get back on track. We wished him luck and started setting the skin track.
Tahoe being Tahoe, we were surprised no one came up on our asses on the climb. Jake’s was eerily ours. We skied down to the bench loving the blower powder with consistent chest shots with face shots not uncommon! Regaining our skin track was still bizarre as no other parties had climbed up. We climbed the peak again and skied ridiculously dry powder for Tahoe down to the parking lot where we heard the the first sounds of another group.
We came to find out that the truck driver jack knifed his rig just down from Jake’s parking lot, which left the peak all to ourselves! If I could get back in touch with that big-rig driver, I’d love to buy him a beer.