Literally—more new snow today; more powder skiing. Ordinarily these are the kinds of days that would have kept my dad off the mountain, but he got a new pair of Volkl Mantras, and I have to say, the skis have made a huge difference. He not only skied today...he had fun. I'm going to have to put up a review of those Mantras sometime.
Just by reputation alone, they're a fantastic ski. If you're not familiar with it, it's a wide (94mm) but not mega wide all mountain ski with a powder tilt. So instead of skiing by myself today, I got to ski the deep with my dad, and chuckle every time he suggested we head for the next stash of untracked powder. Funny thing: while the Mantra lets my dad ski powder, he hasn't picked up all the tricks of the trade that you'd normally acquire over the years skiing powder.
Example: while skiing a wind-scoured catwalk on a white-out ridge top, I watched my dad ski directly from icy hardback into a big wind drift. He didn't realize the wind drift was going to act like an anchor, and he went right over the falls, doing a nasty-looking cartwheel and leaving both skis buried behind. Luckily, no injuries resulted. We spent a few minutes looking for the skis, and then he got right back into the saddle and kept skiing.
Another great day!
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