Corvallis Slushpocalypse

Yesterday evening, Oregon State University decided to start classes two hours late today in case the forecast snow came to pass.  This morning when I woke up at 6:30am, I saw several inches laying atop my car.  By the time I got out of the house at 7:30 the snow had turned to slush.  This is a snowman some of my residents built outside the Phi Delta Theta fraternity house.

 The feared ice-covered roadways turned out to be nothing more than a bunch of slush.

 A few people were heading into work this morning in spite of the delay.

 Not many cars in the parking lot.

 Slushy footsteps.

There were people waiting in front of the library for it to open.  They will be surprised when they have to wait until 10am before they can enter.

 Snow on a statue.

 The MU Quad covered in slush.

 Not as much snow as I would have liked.  Better luck next storm.

 

Shredding the gnar at Bachelor with Jesi, Brent, and Felix

Over the weekend I turned off my mobile phone, abandoned email and social networking, and headed over the mountains to Bend with Jesi, Brent, and Felix for some hot snowboarding action.  Mount Bachelor was having an EPIC POW DAY when we hit the slopes.  Thanks to dancing to Team Banzai down at Cloud 9 with a few friends on St. Patrick’s Day, I had a free lift ticket for Bachelor.  It was pretty surreal to have so few people on the mountain on a weekend with such epic dumps.

 

Very few people riding the slopes or the lifts.  The first half of the day it snowed continuously.

In the afternoon we had a few bluebird patches.

Getting ready to shred down Canyon.

Jesi enjoying some sick gnar gnar.

 

 

The whole gang taking a break in the afternoon at Pine Martin Lodge.

 

 

As we stepped out of Pine Martin Lodge for a few last runs, the skies parted and we had a beautiful bluebird sky.  The top Outback Express was almost deserted but they were still turning the lifts on the northwest side of the mountain.

 

Looking down toward Ed’s Garden.

Suiting up and getting ready to drop into some epic gnar gnar for a bluebird run.

The man with the vision for Mount Bachelor.

 

 

 

Post-boarding, I had a touch of Shackelton about my face.

 

 

It was still snowing in Bend as we prepared to head back over the pass on Sunday.  What an epic shredding weekend.