busiest day of the season (so far)

Sunday was absolutely, positively gorgeous.  The storm had moved out, leaving deep blue skies and bright sunshine, and all the people on the Wasatch Front moved in.  We got there at 9:15 a.m. per usual, and the line waiting to get on the lift at Collins was just massive.  We skied singles to get out of there (we skied singles all day, actually, due to the major lift lines at each and every lift) and went straight over to Supreme.  Per usual.

Catherine's was pretty well tracked out but we found a couple of pockets of fresh, plus I managed to find myself atop H's cliffs not once, but twice.  The snow held up pretty well in the morning - soft but not sticky - and as we frolicked in Catherine's Area, we were super-glad that we'd dressed down several layers.

Can you believe that sky?

After lunch was another story.  The snow was so heavy that I could not make a turn in an untracked area (H muscled through, of course).  So we switched to skiing bump runs off the Supreme lift.  The moguls were great, super-soft, although they were a little large in spots.  When my knees started to protest, we moved to the Sugarloaf lift so I could ski groomers while H jumped in and out of the trees and Cecret Saddle.  My poor little legs were just screaming at that point.

The reason I was so tired was because it was 4:00 p.m.  I never ski that long.  But we did on Sunday because there wasn't anything else we could do: the canyon road was closed from noon to almost 5:00 p.m. because of multiple avalanches, including one in-bounds at Snowbird that tagged (but didn't hurt too badly) a snowboarder.  Alta ran some of its lifts longer than usual to give folks something to do.  But by the time all their lifts closed at 4:30 p.m., the bars were as busy as I've ever seen them.

View of Baldy from Collins

Given the fact that we were all trapped, it was a pretty chill scene.  Folks sat out on the patio, drinking beer, until the sun went behind the canyon walls, then they moved inside, drinking beer.  Everyone had had such a wonderful day that no one really seemed to care that they couldn't go home just yet.  UDOT reopened the road around 5 p.m., and the traffic finally started moving in the Alta parking lot around 6:15.  We got home at 7:00 p.m. - B was rather indignant that her dinner was so late - tired and happy.  This was for sure the best weekend of the season.