On Monday, H got his swank on, going to Deer Valley to join up with a cousin and her family who were in town for Christmas. Deer Valley is consistently ranked as the #1 ski resort in the country, in large part for its incredible level of customer service: H said there must have been one DV staff member for every five skiers. No snowboarders are allowed at DV; the trails are immaculately groomed (which is important because the resorts on the Park City side of the Wasatch Front get quite a bit less snow than those on our side); and the food was quite good. H said he felt a little out of place – everyone had brand new ski outfits, unlike scruffy ol’ Alta where we fit right in with our duct-taped ski pants – but with day tickets at $94, I don’t imagine he’ll be going back anytime soon.
On Tuesday, he was back at Alta for a bluebird day, skiing mostly over at Catherine’s Area which still hadn’t seen much traffic. He emailed me photos all day which didn’t make me cranky about being at work AT ALL.
Looking towards Grizzly Gulch from the Supreme chair
Wednesday brought the latest snowstorm and it snowed all day up at Alta. “Phenomenal” was the descriptor, as H found himself waist-deep more often than not. Again, I didn’t resent that at all.
It's the abominable snow-H!
Today was wicked cold – holding below zero up at Alta for most of the day. H had to wear his facemask and, after a number of runs along the High Traverse on West Rustler and over-top to East Greeley, he hung out for a while at Wildcat. It’s more protected over there and holds lots of snow, so that kept him a little warmer.
The weekend bodes quite cold for us, but I’m ready to take some runs in the 22+ inches we’ve gotten from this last storm, and H shows no sign of slowing down, despite his busy week.