Party on the Watson's beach
Since it's Alta, all the costumed weirdos came out to bid farewell to the ski season: grass skirts, tutus of all shapes, sizes and colors, the Three Amigos riding hobby horses, a kayaker (with kayak), Spiderman with a cape ... our favorites were the guy in the Big Bad Wolf costume and the guy with the purple shag skis. It actually got pretty busy as the day wore on, with lift lines to wait in since Collins was the only lift running, and the parking lot filling up with revelers staking out prime tail-gating territory. There was a live band playing outside the Watson Shelter lodge and folks were just chilling, soaking up the sun (and the beer) and enjoying the last day.
My eyes are open - just squinting
Because of the limited terrain, we pretty much skied the same trails all day: slipping over the back to Devil's Elbow, hitting the Ballroom, speeding down the blue cruisers. The snow stayed cold through lunchtime and only started to get really slushy and sticky after 2 p.m. I was skiing better than I was the day before and managed to keep making runs until nearly 3:30 p.m.
Saying goodbye to another season
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