I remember a day in '89, 30 inches overnight. Was living in vail, working security for the world alpine championships, who cancelled the downhill for the day. Highway was closed and it was too deep to ski a blue run. Just couldn't make any headway in it. Hence the general public was turned away, the mountain was pretty empty, and everyone that was on the hill was screaming in the backside. The lift line was like one huge group scream every run. So the runs I still remember 30 years later were on Ghengis Khan and Rasputin's. I was telemarking and each turn took me into "the Curl" of my own wake. This was truely a snorkl day. At least half of every run that day involved snow rolling over your head. Not just a face shot, but rolling over your head. Breathing was as much choking out the snow you just took in as exhaling. Head for the steepest faces you can find and Ski by feel. For me on tele's even getting off the mountain via blue runs was a riot, as I had to "run" down the slope. It was all surreal and amazingly exhilarating. There were a few days in this category during my 18 years living in Vail, but this one stands out and above. There was one more 30 inch overnight in that 18 year period, several 20 inch days, and I remember one 54 inches over a three day period. But that day in '89 was unparalleled.
Epic - Noting or pertaining to a long poetic composition, usually centered upon a hero, in which a series of great achievements or events is narrated in elevated style.
-That day in '89