After an exhaustive drive to Montrose for both Grant and I (him via Denver and skiing all day in Copper), we both needed to sleep in and get a good shower in before we started for the day.We accepted that this was going to be a half-day ski day since I had some very important business to take care of and that was the business of picking up my new rockstar skis.
When I knew that I was moving to Seattle, I did what any proactive person would do. I bought a ski pass and started to look for new powder skis. I’d gotten a few recommendations online through friends and read reviews on different skis, but one stuck in my mind: The 2010 Rossignol Voodoo Pro BC 110. . . .
Ski magazine ranked it in the top 5 powder skis and gave the following review: “The men’s version, the S7, is reputed to be the most stolen ski at Snowbird, which tells you a lot about this cult favorite. The Pro BC has the same sidecut and construction—rockered at the tip and tail, traditional camber underfoot—but at a (slightly) saner width. The rocker makes it one of the easiest to smear through pow, but costs it edge-bite on hard snow. Powder chargers will love this ski. Just lock your ski rack. “I knew there were bumps underneath, but I just didn’t care,” said Loring.”
Other reviews such as Ski Diva and others favoring skiing in the Pacific Northwest had this ski as their big mountain powder ski of choice. I knew I just had to have it. There was just one problem. This ski had been so popular that everyone had sold out way before the ski season had ended and no one was getting rid of them since they loved them so much. I scowered the internet and even enlisted the help of some of my search-savvy friends. I even started calling resort ski shops as they opened for this season to see if they were selling last year’s demos. No luck. It was simply impossible to find.
That is until my friend Ben in Telluride gave me a magic phone call saying he knew a girl who was selling hers and they were the perfect size 166. The magic number I had been looking for.
In addition to finding me my perfect ski, Ben was a strong supporter my Epic Farewell to Texas Ski Trip and had offered to let Grant and I couch surf for the time we were in Telluride. We of course arrived with appropriate couch surfing currency (beer and wine) and we dropped off our stuff before heading up the mountain.
Grant went off to get in a few runs while I got the skis re-mounted and half an hour later I was ready to test those puppies out!
The skis are quite a bit longer than my all-mountain hard-pack skis (my beloved K2 Lotta Lovs), so the turning took a bit more to get used to. But when they hit the powder, that is when the Voodoos shone like a rockstar. They floated effortlessly in the few powder stashes we were able to find and the rocker took away the knee strain of doing powder in a traditionally cambered ski. I’m a total convert, rocker all the way!
We finished up our Telluride ski day with a nice short hike up toward the Palmyra Peak and skied down on La Rosa just short of the closed gate. I got a text message from Brr-ett, another friend I had met last year in Telluride saying to get to the Hop Garden for beer and apps.
We continued the fun back at Ben and Brr-ett’s apt while we waited for our dinner reservation time at my favorite restaurant in Telluride, the Thai place called Siam.
Triina and I last year had the most amazing Elk Red Curry and I had been thinking about it ever since I left Taos. Brr-ett’s girl friend joined us and we had an amazing family style dinner of assorted curries, noodles, and a bottle of Saki.
It was a near perfect day in Telluride: blue bird skies, great food, friends, sticks, and skiing. Who could ask for anything more?
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