Beaver Creek Deep

On the morning after my birthday with a full stomach of Mongolian BBQ from the night before, I braved an incoming storm to drive up to Beaver Creek to meet up with Mark, Bill and Kelly.  It had been snowing for the past 36 hours up there and the storm total was approaching a foot and a half to two feet.  Needless to say…I was kind of excited to get up there.
I got on the chair at around 10:30 AM and made my way across the mountain to meet up with everyone else who had stayed the night before at a place Kelly’s dad was renting.  On my second chair ride the guy across from me struck up a conversation asking where I was from.  I said I went to DU down in Denver and was just up for the day.  He then asked if knew Brett P. (who I was supposed to be meeting).  Turns out I got on the same chair as Kelly’s whole family who had literally just made me a birthday cake the night before.  Pretty random stuff…
I finally made it over to the Rosebowl Lift and met up with Bill and Mark to shred some deep stuff in the Stone Creek Chutes.
Bill has been ridiculously photogenic for my camera lately…
Mark didn’t mind landing in waist deep powder after busting through pillows all afternoon either.  We literally lapped the same run the entire day and had fresh tracks each time.  By the end of the day, we were convinced that no one else on the mountain knew about this entire area because all the tracks we were seeing were just ours from earlier in the day. 
It was safe to say that this was the best day on the mountain I’ve had all year, and possibly the best resort day I’ve had EVER.  The storm passed and blue skies opened up in the afternoon while we picked off line after line along this ridge.  I could do that everyday for the rest of my life and die a happy happy man.
-Tyler Grubb

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