It was another gorgeous day up in Little Cottonwood Canyon, even as the inversion built up in the valley below. It was pretty warm, however, keeping mountain operations from making any snow. And boy do they need snow! For those of us who grew up skiing in New England, the conditions seemed decent: firm, fast hardpack. The problem is, even though there weren't that many people skiing, we were all confined to just a couple of trails, so it got skied off fast.
Collins pass with Supreme behind me
The snow was better off of the Sugarloaf lift but they were only loading every other chair, trying to keep the one skiable trail from overcrowding. It was less frustrating on the Collins side, where you had three(-ish) trails to choose from - and didn't have to wait in line since they filled every chair.
I called it for us at 1 p.m. I was skidding out a lot on the skied-off bits (my edges were not sharpened quite as much as I had hoped when I took my skis in for pre-season tuning) and my shins were a little sore from the stiff new boot liners. It hadn't been the best day of skiing but it was a day of skiing and there's never anything wrong with that.