Ryan Krueger, Skiing

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Tuesday, February 5, 2013 - 10:39am Ryan Krueger

Words and photos by Ryan Krueger

Sometimes insanity pays off—in this case, checking the snow report every single morning, expecting the results to be different. After weeks of nothing, a chance of snow in the forecast told me that just maybe the ski hill had received something throughout the night that the city of Bozeman had not.

At first glance, it seemed a mistake had been made. A grey day in town with no accumulation and the snow report was touting 23 new inches overnight? As unreasonable as it sounded, anyone who has spent a few seasons skiing Bridger Bowl knows that these kinds of anomalies are what make our home resort special. And sure enough, it was exactly as stated—the best powder day in a long time.

By the end of Tuesday there would be 27 inches of snow on the ground and it continued to fall for the next three days, delivering powder days into the weekend and leaving us with a storm total of 52 inches.

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Friday, October 1, 2010 - 12:00am Ryan Krueger

Waiting for SnowThe first snowfall of the season is the greatest. That fall feeling is in the air as the flurries begin to come down from the sky and coat the ground for the first time. The entire town seems to feel different. I find myself watching the radar and checking the weather constantly throughout the day, anxiously watching the snow outside. While some people are inside their homes mourning the potential loss of another season, my mind goes elsewhere. All I can think about is early season skiing. I pace around the house after work and watch the weather go from rain to snow to rain again and snow once more. In Bozeman, the precipitation seems wet and rather lacking. But to anyone who considers themselves a skier, they know that this day-long mix of rain and snow probably means a decent snowstorm at higher elevations. A phone call to a couple friends confirms my ambitions. Tomorrow will be the day.

Each of us with our specific time constraints, we decide that we might as well do this right and go after a good old-fashioned dawn patrol to start the season. So we did just that. As the 5:30am alarm went off, followed by the other 5:30am alarm (you can’t be to careful) I woke up, put on my ski gear, made a plate sized pancake and climbed into the car. As I sipped my coffee on the way out of Bozeman and up the canyon it seemed as though we had made a giant mistake. The ground in Bozeman was empty and fairly dry, and the accumulation that we noticed on the way up was hardly more than a dusting. I had to keep telling myself that this would all be worth it but I wasn’t quite sure that I believed it. Too late now, we will ski with or without snow.

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