Brundage Mountain, Idaho

I had the pleasure of skiing at Brundage over three days
that blessed the area with ten plus inches of new powder
per day. Not counting what they already had stashed of
course, for the people that know where it is. Not counting
what gets blown in and blown around. Actually, they had
*feet* and *feet* of uncut.

Brundage has McCall, Idaho, a scant few miles from
the slopes. McCall is an absolutely charming mountain
resort town. The real stuff. Real History.

I had skied Brundage a day or two here and there before,
but, since a local took me through what the area really has
to offer this last time, I now know what it has to offer.

It's got high speed quads, cliffs in the tens to thirties (foot
wise) here and there, lots of black/blue horizontal (plenty
of cruising as well as off piste), a nice, actual, black bump
run or two (a course, not a mess), a good solid terrain park,
slopestyle section, and, let's see, ...

Oh.

Powder. And Powder. And more Powder. Everywhere.
Easy. Tougher. Trees. And no one to ski on it.

You know, when you fall in the stuff, and you just can't
get up all that easily because it's like trying to stand up in
the deep end of a swimming pool (full of water), well,
then you know you have powder. Then, when it simply
doesn't end but you do because you can't go on anymore,
then you know you have lots of powder.

Brundage Mountain has lots of powder.

They also have a Cat Skiing operation. I'm having a hard
time imagining how good that trip must be, but it must be
good. Time allowing, perhaps I'll try that next. Of course,
it might help if I wait a bit until I really learn to ski powder,
but then again maybe not. I mean, how can you learn to
really ski powder without powder? One thing's for sure,
the folks at Brundage can. Ski powder that is.