Faceful of sunshine
Alta hasn't gotten any new snow in a couple of days and everything was tracked out, but we managed to find LOTS of soft, deep snow in the trees to the right of Wildcat lift. (We also found a cutie-pie porcupine over there, trundling across a ski trail from one pine tree to another. He went nicely with the moose we saw earlier, browsing in the scrub oak alongside the road up the canyon.) I'm slowly getting my ski legs back and regaining that muscle memory; H says I'm doing fine but I really feel like a spaz more often than not.
It's really steep here, with a lot of snow - yay!
We skied until a little before 3:00 p.m., never really having to wait in lift lines and stopping only briefly for a quick midday granola bar. My legs are a little stiff now but it's hard to complain after another gorgeous day on Alta's amazing terrain.