3 days out of the infamous TC closing day, a cheeky wee last powder day was offered up. 10cms of natures finest coated them hills trading spring conditions for awaiting one last winter hurra! I txt my friend to see if he was coming up to play as wee breeched the access road, already on first chair the response. Keen as mustard they are down here. Plenty to go round I told myself as old mate floored it up the road.
Fantastic conditions they were indeed. Hoots and hollers echoed around the main basin, I've always enjoyed hearing people verbalize their enjoyment of skiing, arguably the best sport on the planet... All the usual suspects of spring time were about and quickly all the usual runs were systematically ticked off in a most enjoyable fashion.
The saddle opened silently, no Chinese downhill free for all rat race today, a casual glide across was a relaxing change. Summit hikes began almost immediately, wee local legend Jo Guest, who punches well above her weight was, as per, leading the charge. Her she is airing high into another fresh summit line.
Skiing in ones undies or ever better birthday suit is a must for every self respecting skier as least once. Letting other laugh at your expense a wonderful experience that always brings deep belly laughs and smiles all round. Some kid watching me from the summit was cheering for me to crash, he got his wish right after my glory turn in front of the camera... losing GNAR points while rag dolling near naked not recommended.
There's always one... Mike Guest, aka 'Jo's Brother' was the sacrificial lamb on this day. A pain the author and many many other know all to well. Here he captures the moment of a sled ride with TC patroller Roo Stanford at the helm.
Gus Rowley had the quote of the day "The sheep were wet, couldn't shear em, so I came skiing" a sliver lining to every cloud as they say. Yet another magic day up Treble Cone, definitely the best ski area west of Wanaka.
Words: Simon Guthrie
Photos: Angus Rowley