Fortress Mountain. I believe it was 1989 perhaps early 1990.
We were spending the night and when we awoke it was a beautiful sunny day and it dumped about a good foot over night. Zero windchill, gorgeous blue alberta skies and the thermometer read -55.
Nothing was working, they couldn't even get a diesel operated lift running after applying blow torches to it.
So it was a small Lodge and not much to do. We spent the day and about $100 worth of quarters on Galaga, Xenon and the pinball machine.
The next day we were so bored we bundled up big time and decided to climb the mountain and get a run in on all that fresh powder. So after about a two and a half hour climb we were set to bust out a nice line. We strap on the skis and go about 7 inches, try it again and go another 6 inches. We had to hop down the entire hill. The wax on the skis was freezing to the snow in a matter of milliseconds. I may have had minus 20 wax on but it was clearly insuffcient. So it took about an hour or so to hop back down the mountain and we proceeded to have a pole position tournament.
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