I wrote all these up on the plane ride home. FYI.
Paid: $49 (Reno Sports Authority)
Quality of Random Lift Strangers: 9/10
Weather: Overcast with some eventual light snowfall.
Would Return?: Definitely
I’m probably just a sucker for ski resorts with lake views, but I loved Diamond Peak, despite its shortcomings and quirks. I liked the laid-back vibe. The unpretentiousness caught me off guard (I figured Incline Village’s hill would be more uppity), parking was easy, and the random lift strangers were friendly and engaging. The skiing was also pretty good. Spent most of the day on Crystal Express sampling the diamonds with occasional forays on Lakeview. Snow was chopped powder most places, with some fun in-tree, un-tracked around Eagle Bowl and a few other gladey places elsewhere on the mountain
I took these using my goofy video cam:
- Diamond Peak’s biggest shortcoming was pretty obvious: south-facing and with a lower elevation than some of its competitors, there were a lot of bare spots and some closed runs.
- The views of the lake were fantastic; the lake is more than occasional scenery here, it’s a constant companion.
- Visibility was tough up on the ridge before about noon, but got better during the day. Everything coming down off the ridge offered good visibility (even at the top).
- I bought a sandwich at Wal-Mart in Reno on my way up so I have no idea how the Diamond Peak food is. However, I now know that the sandwiches at the Reno Wal-Mart are bland.
- Crystal Express doesn’t ski as weird as it looked like it would from the map.
- I liked that there was always something easy to bail out onto and something harder to bail back into on just about every run and gladed middle-ground.
- The conveyor belt on-loading on Lakeview (and Lodgepole) was a new experience for me.
The place would probably start feeling small after a couple visits in a season, but I liked Diamond a lot.
Wrap-Up (for the Whole Trip I Guess)
The trip turned out to be phenomenal. I like spring skiing days and I liked getting to experience powder conditions that I haven’t seen since I decided to start skiing again last season. At the risk of igniting an east coast-west coast debate, by Monday afternoon I’d decided my next year’s ski trip destination wouldn’t be Vermont again after all. Even if Squaw wasn’t as transcendent as hoped, the trip overall was generally very nearly euphoric. I was mad when the lifts closed down every day and when I skied my last off Diamond on Friday, it felt like I was, I dunno, being sent back into some sort of dungeon or something.