People make their pilgrimages to Baldface for that legendary powder. In many ways, it is what the Vatican is the the Catholic church, or what Whiskey-A-Go-Go is to groupies and roadies. So you might imagine the disappointment when the DPS crew arrived last December to sink in their skis and were instead welcomed by very uncharacteristic low-tide. But the DPS crew isn’t one to pout. Instead of wallowing, they took to the air, building jumps and launching through the backcountry.
And things only got better. You know that saying, the harder you work, the luckier you get? Their spirit and optimism paid dividends when “for one incredible day, the clouds dropped into the valleys, creating a stunning inversion, and at last offering access to a few sunny bigger lines.”
That’ll do, Baldface. That’ll do.
